Reborn, I make the scum Alpha Cuckolded

"Never let that filthy woman Elisa into my apartment."

The words echoed in my mind, sharp, venomous, dripping with disdain.

But no one knows my secret. No one feels the overwhelming joy bubbling inside me.

I've been reborn.

I stand at the threshold of a new life, the same day-Nicola's Luna Ceremony. The day my fate was sealed.

In everyone's eyes, I was unworthy of him.

He was a White Wolf, the noblest of Lycans.

And I? An orphan, a commoner from a forgotten pack.

Our lives had been tangled by a childhood jest. An innocent promise that cursed us both for over two decades.

I remember it all-his face, disgusted. "You're nothing. You'll never be my Luna."

No one sympathized with him. But they pitied him.

And even he despised me.

"Elisa, it's not that we won't let you in. It's Alpha Nicola's orders."

The words stung, sharp as a blade, and the guards' glares were colder than the wind biting at my skin.

"Be smart, Elisa. Don't make this harder on us-or on yourself."

The burly figures flanked the entrance like stone walls, their electric batons raised. The air around us crackled, thick with tension.

Everyone knew Nicola hated me. And now, I was here again, in this cursed moment, the one I never thought I'd return to.

In my previous life, I hadn't made it past this very gate.

The guards had stared at me, dispassionate, but he-he never came.

Nicola's parents had been furious when they found out, their anger a storm.

But their fury hadn't saved me. Instead, it had pushed them to hurry the marriage, pushing me closer to the fate that awaited.

But our wedding? It was nothing like the fairytale they expected.

On the morning of the ceremony, Nicola's beloved-the White Moon, the one he cherished above all else-had thrown herself off a cliff.

The moment was etched in my mind like a cruel twist of fate.

And in his eyes, I was the one to blame. The one who drove her to her death.

From that day forward, my life was no longer mine. It was a descent into hell. Every step, every breath, was laced with the venom of his hatred.

Nicola, with his cold gaze and cruel smirk, dedicated himself to making me suffer. His punishments were ruthless-silent treatments that clawed at my sanity, public humiliations that crushed my spirit, and violence that left invisible scars.

He gathered his inner circle, those who hated me as much as he did, and they made a game of tormenting me.

I begged for release countless times. "Let me go," I would plead, my voice hoarse and my soul broken. "End this. Break our bond."

But his response was always the same:

"I'll drag you down to hell with me if I have to."

And he did.

But now? This time, I won't wait for his parents' pity, nor will I endure his vengeance.

Because this time, I'm not here to be