Died as His Luna, Returned as His Nightmare

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I was the Luna of the pack, but my mate, Alpha Hardin, chose to believe the venomous lies of my supposed best friend, Estella. She framed me with hidden wolfsbane and a fabricated miscarriage, playing the perfect victim. Without a second thought, Hardin looked at me with eyes of frozen steel and publicly rejected me as his mate. "I, Hardin Preston, reject you, Elara Gardner, as my mate." Stripped of my title and dignity, I was left to rot in a freezing, threadbare hovel. My inner wolf went silent, and I coughed up blood alone, clutching a small wooden wolf carved for the baby I would never get to hold. When the guards finally found my cold, lifeless body, Estella shed fake tears, putting on a magnificent performance of grief to win the pack's heart and seal my coffin with her fabricated generosity. I gave him my entire soul, yet he couldn't see through her toxic facade, leaving me to die with nothing but the agonizing snap of our severed bond. But the Moon Goddess didn't let my story end there. When I opened my eyes again, it was a full year later, and I was in the body of Kaitlin Padilla, a frail, wolfless noble girl. Looking at my new reflection, a cold resolve extinguished the last embers of my grief. And when a royal messenger arrived, forcing me to attend Alpha Hardin's new mate selection, my lips curled into a chilling smile. I am coming for you both, and I will take back everything you stole from me.