The Luna's Fatal Betrayal

My Luna sister, Alejandra Mills, prided herself on her independence. She never begged, especially not from a man.

When my brother, Vihaan, was falsely accused of treason and imprisoned, my father, Frank Ross, the pack’s Gamma, went to her, pleading for her to intercede with the Alpha, Zechariah Bennett.

She stood tall, her voice firm and unyielding. "One must have dignity. How can we stoop to begging? If Vihaan is truly innocent, the Alpha will release him. Justice will prevail."

When I was punished by the Beta, Astrid Knight, forced to kneel until I lost my pup, I begged Alejandra to stand up for me, to demand justice.

She looked at me with that same detached calmness. "A woman must stand on her own. You are yourself first, before you are a mother. How can you weep over the loss of a child as if it defines you?"

Later, when the Alpha imprisoned her for her disdainful attitude, she fell to her knees, tears streaming down her face, begging me to find a way to save her.

I tilted my head, my claws—polished and sharp—gleaming in the dim light. "But sister, didn’t you say a woman must stand on her own? That we shouldn’t rely on men?"

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My elder sister, Alejandra, was the Luna of the Red Pack, and she wore her independence like a crown. She not only refused to compete for the Alpha’s favor but also constantly lectured me about the same.

To her, vying for the Alpha’s attention was akin to begging. She never begged, not from anyone, especially not from the Alpha.

She believed in carving out her own value, her own purpose.

"Women cannot depend on men," she would say, her voice cold and unyielding. "We must focus on our own worth. Even if that man is the Alpha, we must remain clear-headed and independent."

"Seeking favor is beneath us. It’s degrading, dishonorable."

"Don’t you dare imitate those other females, wasting their days on petty jealousy and competition."

But she was the Luna, the highest-ranking female in the pack, while I was just a lowly chosen mate.

She wouldn’t help me. To survive in this brutal pack hierarchy, I had to fight for the Alpha’s protection.

Without the Alpha’s protection, how could I endure the constant threats and schemes that surrounded me?

Alejandra had always been the favored one, the one who never had to struggle. A word from her, and our father would move mountains for her. She became the Luna effortlessly.

But not all of us were so fortunate.

Like in my previous life, when I was framed and had no way to defend myself.

Now, as she finished her daily address to the other females in the pack, she singled me out, ordering me to kneel while she continued her "enlightened" lectures.

Her familiar words echoed in my ears.

I instinctively touched my flat stomach and realized—I had been reborn.

Reborn to the moment before my brother was falsely accused, before