
THE REBIRTH OF THE LUNA
Rejoice Writes · Ongoing · 76.1k Words
Introduction
She wanted a divorce but discovered that werewolf norms bans such.
She was lured to a hospital by her twin sister and set ablze and died a painful death.
She found out their deception scheme after death, and wished for a second chance at life she was reborn into her past and was given a second chance to life . Will she be able to get revenge, or will she fail once more?
Chapter 1
Katrina's POV
Marrying the Alpha was the kind of daydream every female wolf in the pack often fantasized about.
But to marry your childhood love, who happened to be the Alpha, well, that was the icing on the cake.
As I stood by the window frame, gazing up at the radiant full moon, a surge of joy flooded through me.
This was the moment I had envisioned countless times as a child, the moment where all my dreams became a reality.
The timing couldn't have been more perfect. I had insisted that our wedding ceremony take place under the watchful gaze of the full moon, and thankfully, my soon-to-be mate embraced the idea with the same fervor that he embraced me.
So there I stood, my heart filled with gratitude, as I rested in the moon's invisible glow.
"Kitty, it's time for the mating ritual," my mother's voice jolted me into action, and I hurriedly made my way to meet Domnic at the altar.
The ceremony started, a sacred bond established between us, and in that moment, I felt a profound connection to him. With our hands entwined, we joined the jubilant celebration that followed, our love radiating like a beacon in the night.
I couldn't help but be swept away by the emotions coursing through me as Domnic and I stayed together on the dance floor.
His loving gaze never wavered, and it filled me with a strong sense of being cherished and accepted.
Overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment, a giggle escaped my lips, echoing with pure joy.
"You look stunning, my love," he whispered, his voice full with adoration.
"Thank you, my mate," I replied, my heart swelling with affection. In that instant, it felt as if the moon goddess had directed a spotlight upon us, casting their celestial glow as our fated souls came together as one.
The magic of that moment enveloped me, and my mind eagerly thought about the plans for our shared future when...
"Oh, I'm so sorry!" The collision with a stranger sent shockwaves through me, the red wine staining the fabric of my beautiful dress. I was immediately annoyed at my dress being stained.
"You've ruined my dress, you ju-" The words died on my lips as I locked eyes with Hudson, Dominic's brother standing before me. Handsome doesn't even begin to describe him - especially how he looked at the ceremony.
His deep green eyes drew me in and I was lost in them only for a few seconds. Silky raven hair cascaded down his back, and his long lashes framed those captivating orbs.
Realizing the trance he had cast upon me, I swiftly snapped out of it. Inwardly, I cursed myself for allowing my attention to be captivated by another man when I had just married my dream mate.
“I’m so sorry about that,” Hudson replied, his expression showing he was sincere in his apology. “Let’s get it cleaned,” he said as he motioned to a maid to hand over a paper towel.
After attending to the cleaning of my dress, Domnic and I left the celebration hand in hand. It felt like the perfect ending to a fairytale book, but deep within, I knew this was only the beginning.
Once we arrived home, Domnic effortlessly carried me up to our room and gently laid me on my back as he hovered above me.
"You look absolutely stunning today, do you know that?" he whispered, his gaze locked with mine.
"I dressed up for you," I replied, my voice filled with affection.
"And I feel honored by your presence," he replied, always quick with the perfect response.
"Let's make a promise in this moment, one that will reside in our hearts forever—that we will never break each other's hearts," he requested earnestly.
Without hesitation, I nodded and whispered, "I promise."
"Okay," he murmured, his lips descending upon mine in a cascade of tender kisses.
As time slipped away, the intensity grew, and our kisses became more passionate. With expert precision, he skillfully undressed me, revealing my bare skin as he shed his own garments.
Lost in the moment, our bodies became entwined as we kissed and caressed each other without a care in the world. Under the watchful gaze of the full moon, he made me his eternal mate.
"Hey, thank you once again for everything you've been doing for us," I spoke into the phone, juggling a few items in my takeout bag as I approached my home.
"Do not worry, my dear child. Just remember to follow my instructions precisely. You cannot afford to make any mistakes," she replied harshly from the other end of the line.
"I understand, Mom," I whined, slightly annoyed, as I entered the code on the keypad.
"Okay, enjoy your 5-year anniversary with Domnic," she sounded excited.
"I will." I entered the living room and dropped my phone on the couch. As I turned away, something caught my attention.
"Why is there a pair of women's underwear here? This isn't mine," I said, feeling a sense of unease.
I looked around and realized that clothes were scattered everywhere, and I recognized Domnic's pants on the edge of the couch.
My heart pounding, I glanced towards the stairs, my mind racing with possibilities. I desperately hoped that Domnic wasn't cheating on me.
How could he? He had been the perfect partner for five years. How could he betray me in our own home, on our anniversary? With a heavy heart, I made my way up the stairs, silently praying for a different explanation.
Reaching the top floor, I found the bedroom door wide open. I peered inside, and what I saw shattered my world.
"Alicia!" I yelled in pain, my voice filled with anguish.
"S-sister?" she stuttered, her voice filled with guilt.
"Kitty, you're supposed to be at the company. What are you doing here?" Domnic had the audacity to speak, his words dripping with deception.
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