Chapter 1

At the Blackwell Pack’s annual ball, an Omega showed up with a swollen belly.

Only then did I learn that after every intimate night Ethan and I shared, she had sneaked into our room and stolen the used condoms from the trash can.

She had gotten an ancient spell from a witch—using Ethan's genetic material as a conduit, she could magically conceive his child.

Werewolf conception was notoriously difficult, making every pup priceless.

Back then, Ethan had looked at her with pity and said, "If she's truly carrying my bloodline, I can't just abandon her."

Later, while I slept, that Omega slipped wolfsbane into my dinner.

After I died, she took my place and became the Pack’s Luna.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the very night she first stole a condom.

This time, I sprinkled silver dust all over them.

The suffocating agony still gripped my chest.

I gasped for air, snapping my eyes open. Moonlight poured through the floor-to-ceiling windows, casting a silver glow over the sleeping Alpha beside me—Ethan Blackwell, Alpha of the Blackwell Pack, and my mate.

Without hesitation, I slipped out of bed.

Guided by the moonlight, I pulled open the bottom drawer of the vanity and took out a silver dagger from its velvet box.

Ethan had given me this dagger for my birthday last year, telling me that if he ever betrayed me, I could use it to end his life.

Of course, I wouldn't do that.

The price of killing an Alpha was far too steep for me to bear.

In my past life, in the days before Lily poisoned me, an elder wolf told me that silver dust could dismantle that ancient spell within months.

Back then, it was already too late.

Now, I still had time.

I used a file to scrape silver dust from the blade, gathering a small pinch and scattering it evenly over the used condoms in the wastebasket.

Done. I crawled back under the covers. The second my head hit the pillow, the bedroom door creaked open.

A slender silhouette sneaked inside. Dressed in a maid's uniform, it was Lily Miller—the pack Omega.

She paused when she saw the condoms in the trash, her face twisting with bitter jealousy. "Shameless bitch. Wrapping herself around the Alpha like that... aren't you afraid of dying in his bed?"

A cold sneer rose inside me. Anyone hearing that would think she was Ethan's true mate!

In truth, she was nothing more than a stray Omega I had found bleeding on our territory border.

She had been covered in wounds, barely clinging to life. Out of pity, I brought her in, gave her shelter, and gave her a job.

In return, she tried to seduce Ethan behind my back. As a maid cleaning our room, she stole his used condoms—having learned a dark spell from a witch to magically conceive his child using his genetic material.

Werewolf pups were rare and sacred.

In my past life, when I found out, I offered her a lump sum to walk away.

She claimed I was humiliating her and threatened to kill herself.

Ethan instantly accused me of being cruel and heartless, using it as an excuse to protect her.

We had a massive fight.

And Lily used that chaos to lace my dinner with wolfsbane.

Wolfsbane was lethal to our kind. I died in silent agony.

After my death, Lily used the child in her belly to replace me as Luna of the Blackwell Pack.

I had drowned in hatred. Now, given a second chance, I peeked through my eyelashes and watched Lily hesitate over the trash can before picking the condom with the most fluid left inside.

"Just wait until I carry the Alpha's heir," she muttered with venom. "Ethan will kick you out of this pack for good!"

She turned and slipped away into the shadows.

Tucked beneath the covers, I let out a silent, icy chuckle.

If she wanted to "conceive" so badly, I’d let her have her wish.

I just hoped she wouldn't cry when the truth blew up in her face.