My Alpha Mate Lost Me Twice
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Introduction
But I had been reborn.
I tremblingly touched the face in the mirror. Whole, unmarked. Was this real?
Just moments ago I had been struggling on death's edge, and now I stood in an 18-year-old body. Everything felt too surreal.
The entire pack still thought I was that naive Seraphina, forever living in the shadow of my pureblood sister Zorvaya. They didn't know I had seen the darkest truth.
The door suddenly burst open, and Zorvaya walked in carrying a cup of hot tea.
"Seraphina, don't stress yourself." Her voice carried an air of superiority. "Given your... situation, the Moon Goddess would be more forgiving."
Looking at her flawless smile, I was nearly sick to my stomach. This face, this expression—I had witnessed it countless times in my past life.
"About fated mates and all..." Zorvaya gently stroked my shoulder. "It's not something you absolutely have to follow. If you find Alpha Torin too domineering, choosing a gentler Alpha would be a good option too. I'll stand by you either way."
Stand by me? I nearly laughed out loud.
In my past life, I had been blinded by these very words. I had given up other opportunities and chosen my fated mate Alpha Torin, only to become a tool to mask his true feelings.
The truth hadn't surfaced until Zorvaya's birthday celebration. When the rogue wolves' claws had targeted her, that man who had claimed to love me for years hadn't hesitated to push me toward the pack.
As I collapsed in a pool of my own blood, the wolf claws having torn deep gashes across my flesh, I watched Torin cradling Zorvaya protectively while she clutched her belly in panic.
"Save Zorvaya! Quickly, save her! The child in her belly..." Torin had immediately rushed her to the medical room.
No one had paid attention to me lying in a pool of blood. In everyone's eyes, only Zorvaya had mattered.
"It's all my fault," Zorvaya had said weakly. "If I hadn't gotten pregnant, Seraphina wouldn't have been lashing out in jealousy..."
What? She had actually claimed I was lashing out in jealousy?
"Seraphina, I'm sorry... I'll make it up to you in the next life." Torin had given me one last look, his eyes full of guilt.
Next life?
You got me killed, and you still wanted me to give you a chance in the next life? Dream on!
Chapter 1
The agony of flesh being torn apart still burned in my memory.
But I had been reborn.
I tremblingly touched the face in the mirror. Whole, unmarked. Was this real?
Just moments ago, I had been struggling on death's edge. Now I was back in my eighteen-year-old body. Everything felt too surreal.
The entire pack still thought I was the naive Seraphina, forever living in the shadow of my pureblood sister, Zorvaya.
They had no idea I'd seen the darkest truth.
The door suddenly burst open, and Zorvaya walked in carrying a cup of hot tea.
"Seraphina, don't stress yourself." Her voice carried an air of superiority. "Given your... situation, the Moon Goddess might be more forgiving."
Looking at her flawless smile, I nearly felt sick.
That face. That expression. I'd seen them countless times in my past life.
"About fated mates and all..." Zorvaya gently stroked my shoulder. "It's not something you absolutely have to follow. If you find Alpha Torin too domineering, choosing a gentler Alpha might be a good option. I'll support you either way."
Support me?
I almost laughed.
In my past life, I'd been blinded by those very words. I'd given up other opportunities and chosen my fated mate, Alpha Torin, only to become a convenient cover for his true feelings.
The truth hadn't surfaced until Zorvaya's birthday celebration.
When rogue wolves attacked her, the man who had claimed to love me for years didn't hesitate to push me toward them.
As I collapsed in a pool of blood, with deep wounds covering my body, I watched Torin cradle Zorvaya protectively while she clutched her belly in panic.
"Save Zorvaya! Quickly! The child in her belly..."
Torin rushed her to the medical room.
No one even looked at me.
In everyone's eyes, only Zorvaya mattered.
"It's all my fault," Zorvaya had whimpered. "If I hadn't gotten pregnant, Seraphina wouldn't have lashed out in jealousy..."
What?
She was actually claiming I'd attacked her out of jealousy?
"Seraphina, I'm sorry..." Torin had given me one last look, his eyes full of guilt. "I'll make it up to you in the next life."
The next life?
You got me killed, and you still expected me to give you another chance?
Dream on.
When I opened my eyes again, I'd returned to the day of the mate selection ceremony.
"Zorvaya, you really are such a good sister to me."
I set down the teacup, watching guilt flicker through her eyes.
"Always so considerate."
"Of course. We're sisters." Her smile seemed forced. "Seraphina, you're talking strangely today. Are you feeling alright?"
Of course I was different.
I'd already died once.
"Let's go, Zorvaya." I straightened my ceremonial dress. "It's time for the selection ceremony."
The main hall blazed with light, pack members assembled in their ceremonial robes.
On the high platform, my stepmother, Luna Marwen, sat elegantly in the main seat, with Torin and Jovyn seated on either side of her.
Torin looked particularly handsome that night, his golden hair gleaming in the candlelight.
Jovyn remained his usual cold self, his black eyes revealing no emotion.
"By the Moon Goddess's decree, Seraphina and Alpha Torin of Ironvein Pack are fated mates." Marwen's voice echoed through the great hall.
"But according to tradition, a Luna has the right to choose her own Alpha. Seraphina, you may accept the fated mate bond, or..."
She looked toward Jovyn.
"Choose Alpha Jovyn of Blackspine Pack."
Jovyn frowned, disgust flashing across his face.
All eyes focused on me.
Zorvaya nervously bit her lower lip. Torin's expression shifted, while Jovyn remained coldly indifferent.
I slowly walked to the front of the platform.
"Everyone, I'd like to thank Zorvaya for her advice earlier. Since she thinks Alpha Jovyn would be more suitable for me..."
Zorvaya's face instantly went pale.
"Therefore, I reject the fated mate bond and choose Jovyn as my Alpha."
The hall erupted in whispers.
"Seraphina!" Zorvaya's voice trembled. "You clearly know that Jovyn and I..."
"Know what?" I tilted my head, feigning innocence. "Didn't you just tell me to choose freely?"
Torin suddenly stood, shock and wariness flashing in his eyes.
"Seraphina, what exactly are you thinking?"
SLAP!
A resounding slap struck my face.
Marwen trembled with rage. "What do you think this ceremony is? Acting so willfully in front of all the packs? Do you want to make Grimhold Pack a laughingstock?"
"Look how many tears Zorvaya has shed for you, and you still want to hurt her like this?"
I covered my burning cheek but smiled even brighter.
"Didn't you just say I had the freedom to choose? How is it that once I make my choice, suddenly I'm making the pack look bad?"
"Seraphina, please don't do this..." Zorvaya cried pitifully. "I only wanted you to be happy."
Just as everyone's attention focused on our argument, Torin made a decision that shocked the entire hall.
He walked directly toward Marwen.
"Luna Marwen, I'd like to make a proposal. I'm willing to transfer the mining rights to three silver mines controlled by Ironvein Pack to Grimhold Pack."
The air seemed to freeze.
"On one condition." Torin turned toward Zorvaya, his gaze suddenly tender. "I want Zorvaya to become my Luna."
My heart plummeted.
No. This was wrong.
In my past life, he'd maintained his devoted facade for years, only revealing his true feelings at the very end.
He would never abandon that act so openly.
Unless he knew the pretense was already meaningless.
What could have caused such a drastic change?
Our eyes met. Complicated emotions flashed through his gaze before he quickly looked away.
Those emotions felt familiar.
Almost impossible.
Could it be... had he also been reborn?
At the mention of three silver mines, Marwen's eyes immediately lit up. That represented enormous wealth, enough to let the family dominate this territory.
"This..." Her tone softened noticeably. "Alpha Torin, your devotion to Zorvaya is truly touching."
Zorvaya looked moved beyond words.
"Torin... You would do all this for me?"
But before anyone could respond, Alpha Jovyn finally rose from his seat.
A mocking smile crossed his face.
"Wait. You all seem to have forgotten to ask my opinion."
He looked directly at me, his eyes full of disgust.
"Seraphina, do you really think I'd want trash like you? A pathetic half-blood dares to dream of becoming my Luna?"
I met his gaze without flinching.
"Then we're in agreement, Alpha Jovyn. I have no interest in becoming your Luna either."
His mocking smile faltered.
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