Chapter 1

In my past life, my Alpha husband loathed the Omega black wolf pup I bore him.

He killed our child with his own hands, then tore me to shreds with silver-tipped claws. As I died, I cursed him to an eternity in the abyss. I watched his body fall with mine into the cold, moonlit depths of the chasm.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back.

It was the day of the joint ceremony, the day he was to choose his mate. This time, he didn't hesitate to choose my sister—a Beta grey wolf, just one step above an Omega.

The look he gave me was filled with bone-deep hatred.

I knew. He was reborn, too.

In our last life, my sister, Chloe, was just an ordinary Beta. I was a high-born Silver Moon Alpha, second only to the legendary Golden bloodline. My husband had chosen me without a second thought.

Later, Chloe married a common Alpha but gave birth to a pure-blooded Golden pup, becoming the envy of every wolf pack.

But me? I gave my husband a lowly Omega black wolf, and he became the laughingstock of the entire Werewolf Alliance.

This time, he thought choosing my sister would get him that Golden pup.

But he didn't know. A fancy shell is still just a shell. A bloodline never lies. An Omega’s tainted blood could never forge a true Golden heir.

…

“CRACK!” Thunder roared. Dozens of enchanted silver chains ripped through the clouds, hurtling toward me.

They tore my flesh from my bones. As I fell, I saw my husband, Damian Blackwood, standing beyond the storm clouds, his eyes filled with vicious cruelty as he watched me sink.

“With the blood of the Silver Moon, I curse you, Damian Blackwood, to fall into the abyss this instant!”

With my last breath, I whispered the curse.

I watched Damian’s wolf form collapse under the curse's power, tumbling down to fall into the Moonlit Abyss with me.

“Elara, what are you spacing out for?”

Someone nudged me. I slowly opened my eyes. It was my father.

Wasn’t I just impaled by silver chains?

I blinked hard, trying to shake off the absurd illusion. But it felt too real. Frighteningly real.

I was reborn. And I had returned to the very day Damian was to choose his mate.

“Damian, I have two daughters. Which one will you choose?”

The speaker was my father, the Alpha of the Silver Moon pack.

My eyes met Damian’s. I remembered how, in my last life, he had looked at me with such tenderness, handing me the Blackwood family’s ceremonial wolf fang without hesitation.

But now, his eyes were filled with nothing but disgust.

“My younger daughter, Chloe, may only be a Beta grey wolf, but she has a loyal heart and a gentle nature. I know she has always admired you. If you can return her feelings, I would offer my blessing for this union.”

My father stroked his beard. Beside him, Chloe shyly glanced at Damian.

The mating of a Golden Lycan was a major event for the Werewolf Alliance. The pack elders were all here to witness it, for it concerned the continuation of a powerful bloodline.

Despite my father’s words, everyone knew the truth. Damian, a superior Golden Lycan, was expected to choose me, a high-ranking Silver Moon Alpha.

But Damian gave the wolf fang token to my sister, Chloe.

The entire hall gasped in shock. Chloe stared at Damian, her face a mask of disbelief.

In that moment, I was certain. My husband from my past life, Damian, had been reborn as well.

In the last life, just as everyone expected, Damian chose me. Father arranged for Chloe to marry another Silver Moon Alpha from a related pack.

Damian had doted on me. We were the perfect couple, the model for the entire Alliance. That is, until I gave birth to a lowly Omega black wolf pup. Then, everything changed.

The mighty Golden Lycan had fathered an Omega. The entire Alliance mocked him, whispering that his own bloodline was impure.

Meanwhile, Chloe gave birth to a pup with a coat of pure gold. Her home was flooded with visitors, all praising her husband’s powerful bloodline.

The humiliation twisted Damian. His temper frayed, and he constantly berated me, openly regretting that he hadn’t chosen Chloe as his wife.

The Werewolf Alliance has four bloodline tiers: Omega Black Wolf, Beta Grey Wolf, Alpha Silver Wolf, and Lycan Golden Wolf.

Each tier is further divided into low, mid, and high ranks.

The higher the bloodline, the rarer and more powerful the wolf, and the greater their family’s standing in the Alliance.

That’s why werewolves only chose mates with superior bloodlines, to ensure powerful offspring. Of course, there were exceptions—high-bloods birthing low-bloods, and vice versa.

Only after reaching adulthood can a werewolf shift perfectly between their human and wolf forms.

The shame drove Damian to extremes. To save his own face, he started a vicious rumor that I had slept with a stray Omega, which was why I bore such a worthless black wolf.

He smashed our newborn cub with a single swipe of his paw, then summoned the enchanted silver chains to execute me.

I died before I ever had the chance to expose his true face.

Damian was a fraud. A low-tier Omega black wolf, masquerading as a high-ranking Golden Lycan.