Pregnant with the Dragon King's Triplets

After the Great War between humans and the Shifter races, an accord was struck, decreeing that the world would be ruled by a hybrid of the two races.

The most powerful human family, a corporate dynasty, was granted the right to the first union with a Shifter leader.

Whoever bore the first hybrid child would become the next ruler of the Alliance.

In my past life, I married the werewolf Alpha, Jacob, and quickly bore him a wolf-human hybrid.

When our son became the ruler of the Alliance, the werewolf clan’s power and influence soared.

But my sister, Isabella, had always favored the beautiful elves.

Her husband's philandering left her barren and riddled with disease after several miscarriages.

She envied everything I had. In her rage, she orchestrated the car crash that killed my son and me.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the Alliance’s choosing ceremony.

Isabella had already mated with Jacob, brazenly showing off the mark on her neck.

I knew. She was back, too.

What she didn't know was that Jacob was a madman, obsessed with his bloodline above all else.

Without a second thought, I let her have him.

I walked toward the one they all feared—the notoriously brutal and bloodthirsty Dragon Lord, the Dragon King, Damien Wyatt.

In the previous life,my sister, Isabella, was jealous that I had given birth to the heir of the Human-Shifter Alliance. She crawled into my mate Alpha Jacob’s bed, then engineered a crash that killed both me and my child.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the choosing ceremony.

"Clara, stop playing the victim," my sister Isabella’s voice cut through the ballroom, dripping with the smug satisfaction of a cat that had cornered a mouse.

"Some things were never meant to be yours."

She stood before me, her cheeks still flushed from her tryst with Jacob.

Her dress was wrinkled, but she didn’t seem to care.

Jacob’s scent clung to her, a nauseating mix of possession and conquest.

I let out a soft laugh as the memories flooded back.

In my past life, this was how Isabella had manipulated my father, spinning tales of “priceless true love” and how “Clara shouldn’t stand in the way of her sister’s happiness.”

Seeing that I was ignoring Isabella, my father pulled me aside, his face grim.

“Your sister’s right. Jacob clearly prefers her. Why humiliate yourself?”

Humiliate yourself.

Such familiar words.

All because I was his bastard, while Isabella was the legitimate daughter of his wife.

He was the same in my last life. He never cared what I wanted, only which choice would benefit the family most.

“Then who would you have me choose?” I asked.

“The Elven Prince is a good match.” A calculating glint flashed in my father’s eyes. “Artistic, elegant… a perfect fit for you.”

I glanced across the ballroom.

Prince Freddy of the Elves was chatting with a few noblewomen, his manners indeed