White Wolf’s Revenge

In my past life, the twin Alphas Alexander and Lucas pursued me, the only white wolf in the pack, relentlessly.

Only a pack blessed by a White Wolf could receive the true favor of the Moon Goddess.

Just as I was agonizing over whose mark to accept, they both hit their rut simultaneously.

That night, I was forced to endure both of them claiming me.

Later, I fell pregnant with a pup. Since the Alpha King couldn't determine the paternity, he decided I would be the Luna to both of them. The throne would go to the father of the child once a blood test could be performed after birth.

But on the day of our Mating Ceremony, Sarah came back. She was my half sister and the Alpha twins childhood sweetheart.

She was driven mad with jealousy, ran out trying to attract everyone’s attention, and ended up being torn apart by a passing Rogue.

Alexander and Lucas seemed indifferent at first. Throughout my pregnancy, they treated me with unwavering devotion.

But on the day I gave birth, they strangled my newborn pup.

Their eyes were glowing crimson with rage as they roared, "Why wasn't it you? You bitch! You stole the White Wolf bloodline that belonged to Sarah and cursed her life!"

Before I could even utter a word of defense, the two men I loved more than life itself tore me to shreds.

When I open my eyes again, the Alpha King demanded I make my choice—to decide which twin I would accept as my fated mate—I chose neither.

I am the only white wolf in Pack, and the entire Pack relies on me for energy from the Moon Goddess.

In my previous life, the Alpha King ordered his two Alpha twin heirs to marry me; whoever bore me a white wolf child would inherit the Alpha King's position.

But on the mating ceremony day, my half-sister, their childhood sweetheart, ran off out of jealousy and wandered into the territory of the rogue wolves, where she was tortured to death.

My Alpha twin mate harbored resentment towards me ever since, and on the day I gave birth to the heir, she personally killed my pup.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that day.

……

I opened my eyes.

I was back. Back to that chaotic night when Alexander and Lucas hit their rut.

" I'm burning...need she-wolf"

Two scorching hot Alpha bodies were pinning me down, heavy as lead.

Their eyes were glowing a terrifying crimson, devoid of any pupil or recognition.

"Help us... we're going to explode..." Lucas's voice was a ragged growl, his elongated canines scraping against my neck, ready to sink in and mark me.

Alexander was even more direct. He was tearing at my nightgown, his searing hands roaming my body with an undeniable, suffocating possessiveness. "Don't move, good girl. Open your legs. Take your Alphas..."

The phantom pain of being torn apart in my past life surged through me.