In my past life, I was nothing more than a shadow to him.

The Alpha, cold and distant, kept me at arm’s length.

He was obsessed with his so-called “white moonlight,” an idealized image of someone who could never be mine.

I was never seen, never cared for. And in the end, it cost me everything.

My love for him—blind, foolish, unconditional—led to my death.

He never noticed my sacrifice, never saw how I withered in silence for him. The day I died, my love for him was all that remained, but it meant nothing.

I meant nothing.

But now…

Now I am reborn.

I stand before him, no longer the fragile, desperate woman he ignored.

I made him cuckolded.

Chapter 1

“Never let that filthy woman Elisa into my apartment.”

The words echoed in my mind, sharp, venomous, dripping with disdain.

But no one knows my secret. No one feels the overwhelming joy bubbling inside me.

I’ve been reborn.

I stand at the threshold of a new life, the same day—Nicola’s Luna Ceremony. The day my fate was sealed.

In everyone’s eyes, I was unworthy of him.

He was a White Wolf, the noblest of Lycans.

And I? An orphan, a commoner from a forgotten pack.

Our lives had been tangled by a childhood jest. An innocent promise that cursed us both for over two decades.

I remember it all—his face, disgusted. “You’re nothing. You’ll never be my Luna.”

No one sympathized with him. But they pitied him.

And even he despised me.

“Elisa, it’s not that we won’t let you in. It’s Alpha Nicola’s orders.”

The words stung, sharp as a blade, and the guards’ glares were colder than the wind biting at my skin.

“Be smart, Elisa. Don’t make this harder on us—or on yourself.”

The burly figures flanked the entrance like stone walls, their electric batons raised. The air around us crackled, thick with tension.

Everyone knew Nicola hated me. And now, I was here again, in this cursed moment, the one I never thought I’d return to.

In my previous life, I hadn’t made it past this very gate.

The guards had stared at me, dispassionate, but he—he never came.

Nicola’s parents had been furious when they found out, their anger a storm.

But their fury hadn’t saved me. Instead, it had pushed them to hurry the marriage, pushing me closer to the fate that awaited.

But our wedding? It was nothing like the fairytale they expected.

On the morning of the ceremony, Nicola’s beloved—the White Moon, the one he cherished above all else—had thrown herself off a cliff.

The moment was etched in my mind like a cruel twist of fate.

And in his eyes, I was the one to blame. The one who drove her to her death.

From that day forward, my life was no longer mine. It was a descent into hell. Every step, every breath, was laced with the venom of his hatred.

Nicola, with his cold gaze and cruel smirk, dedicated himself to making me suffer. His punishments were ruthless—silent treatments that clawed at my sanity, public humiliations that crushed my spirit, and violence that left invisible scars.

He gathered his inner circle, those who hated me as much as he did, and they made a game of tormenting me.

I begged for release countless times. “Let me go,” I would plead, my voice hoarse and my soul broken. “End this. Break our bond.”

But his response was always the same:

“I’ll drag you down to hell with me if I have to.”

And he did.

But now? This time, I won’t wait for his parents’ pity, nor will I endure his vengeance.

Because this time, I’m not here to be his Luna.

I’m here to shatter his throne.

Chapter 2

Under countless astonished gazes, I turned and walked away, my steps steady, my heart free of regret.

Back in Nicola’s quarters, I stripped off the cumbersome gown—a symbol of my servitude to him, Alpha Nicola.

Everyone knew me as his pathetic devotee.

Wherever his name was uttered, I was the fool who went ten steps further to ensure his life was flawless.

He’d once complained about the exhaustion of work, mentioning he longed to visit the lavender fields of southern France.

So, I meticulously planned a trip, aligning perfectly with his schedule, even though I knew in my heart he’d never take me.

And I was right.

When the day came, Nicola took Sasha instead.

I wasn’t invited as a partner but commanded to tag along—as their servant.

I still remember that stormy night.

The downpour was relentless, the road slick with rain. Sasha’s bag had fallen out of the car, and Nicola, with his signature icy authority, ordered me to retrieve it.

I barely stepped onto the road when a car struck me.

The agony was unimaginable. Six months in the hospital, teetering between life and death, abandoned by the one I had sacrificed everything for.

That helplessness, that descent into darkness—I would never allow it to happen again.

Leaving Nicola was the first step to reclaiming my life.

Without hesitation, I packed my things and grabbed my documents. As I made my way downstairs, the front doors slammed open, and there he was—Alpha Nicola, storming in with his perfect suit and searing aura of dominance.

The moment his piercing eyes landed on me, his lips curled into a mocking sneer. Without a word, he grabbed my suitcase and flung it to the floor.

“What are you doing?” I demanded, my voice sharp.

His voice was colder. “The real question is, Elisa, what are you doing?”

He crossed his arms, glaring down at me as if I were a petulant child. “Running away from home? How old are you?”

My breath hitched as his expression darkened.

“Or are you planning to leave another suicide note to manipulate me?” he spat, his voice laced with disdain.

The accusation hit me like a slap.

“Who told you I wanted to die?” I shot back, incredulous.

Nicola’s laughter was bitter, his tone cutting. “Don’t act innocent. You’re the one who left that pathetic note before, threatening to jump if you didn’t get your way.”

Memories surged—fragments of the past I had buried deep. After Nicola and Sasha became an item, I had, in a moment of rage and despair, left that message.

The fallout had been catastrophic.

Nicola’s mother, Sara, had panicked and forced him to break things off with Sasha. Since then, his hatred for me had only deepened. He ignored my pain, allowed Sasha and her clique to bully me, and treated me like a plague he couldn’t escape.

But that was the old Elisa.

Now, I met Nicola’s glare with unwavering eyes. “I never planned to die. You’re overthinking it. I’m packing because I’m going back to the countryside.”

Nicola’s expression faltered briefly, his brow twitching as if he didn’t believe me.

Before he could respond, Sasha entered, her voice dripping with false kindness.

“Elisa, if you wanted to join my party, you could have just asked. Nicola would never turn you away.”

Her words were sweet, but her eyes glittered with malice.

“I’m not interested,” I replied coldly. “I’m leaving for the countryside.”

Sasha let out a theatrical sigh, turning to Nicola. “Maybe we should invite her. It’s so pitiful seeing her like this.”

Nicola frowned, the creases in his perfect features deepening. For a moment, he looked like he might relent.

But I didn’t give him the chance. “There’s no need,” I said firmly. “I’m done here.”

Nicola’s face darkened, his lips curling into a scornful smirk. “Hear that? She’s done. Off to the countryside, like the common little girl she is.”

Sasha, ever the actress, sighed again. Her fingers, tipped with razor-sharp nails, reached out to grasp my arm. No one else noticed as she dug them into my skin, the pain sharp and deliberate.

I flinched and instinctively shoved her away.

Sasha stumbled, her delicate frame collapsing to the floor. She clutched her hand to her chest, her face painted with betrayal and fragility, lips trembling as if I had struck her.

“Elisa… how could you?” she whispered, tears brimming in her doe-like eyes.

Everyone stared, the room thick with unspoken accusations.

And Nicola? His icy glare now burned with fury, a storm brewing in his gaze.

Chapter 3

“Elisa, are you courting death?!”

Nicola’s enraged voice echoed, a visceral growl that sent a chill down my spine. Before I could react, he shoved me with all the force of an apex predator. My body hit the stairs hard, the back of my head slamming against the edge with a sickening crack.

White-hot pain blurred my vision, and I tasted copper in my mouth. Through the ringing in my ears, I heard his fury unleashed.

“Elisa, do you ever get tired of tormenting people?!” His words sliced through me like claws. “The air in this house has been poisoned by your presence! You make me sick!”

I struggled to sit up, clutching the back of my head as warm blood seeped through my fingers. “Enough,” I rasped, my voice trembling but firm. “I’ll move out. You’ll never have to see me again.”

“Good.” Nicola’s rage seemed to falter for a moment, his jaw tightening. “You better keep your word.”

He stood there, breathing heavily, his piercing golden eyes glaring down at me as if I were a speck of dirt on his pristine world. Finally, with a sneer, he turned away, scooping Sasha into his arms like she was some fragile treasure.

I watched them disappear, his growl still reverberating in my chest.

The pain was excruciating, but not just from the wound.

I pressed my hand against the sticky blood pooling at the back of my head, a bitter laugh bubbling from my lips.

Once, this man—this wolf—would have turned the world upside down if I so much as scraped my knee.

I remembered a time when Nicola and I weren’t so estranged.

As a child, I adored him. The elders had told me about our arranged bond, how we were destined to become mates.

I still remember the day he got into a bloody fight, his opponent towering over him. But when that wolf dared to graze me with a claw, Nicola transformed.

His white wolf emerged, feral and magnificent, tearing into his enemy with unrelenting ferocity.

That Nicola no longer existed.

Now, he was a stranger—one who hurt me without hesitation, who lashed out to protect a woman who wielded her delicate facade like a weapon.

But it didn’t matter anymore.

The moment Aunt Sara returned, I’d dissolve the bond.

I glanced at the nearby maids, their faces a mix of fear and disdain. Forcing a weak smile, I whispered, “Could you help me get to the hospital? I’ll pay you.”

One young maid hesitated, her hand twitching toward me.

But before she could take a step, an older servant yanked her back, whispering harshly, “Are you insane? Don’t you know the young master despises her? Do you want to lose your job?”

The girl froze, wide-eyed, before scurrying away.

I let out a bitter chuckle. It was no surprise. Nicola’s orders were clear: my problems were mine alone. No one dared defy him, not even to offer me kindness.

Clutching my shattered phone, I dragged myself to the hospital.

The doctor’s expression turned grim as he examined me.

“You’re lucky to be alive,” he said. “Your injuries are severe. We need to keep you under observation for at least two days.”

When I was finally discharged, I returned to pack up my belongings. The staff watched me struggle with indifferent eyes, their silence a testament to my exile from Nicola’s world.

By that afternoon, I left the house for good, finding refuge at a friend’s empty home. She and her family had recently moved overseas, leaving the space for me to temporarily occupy. It wasn’t much, but it was freedom.

On the third day, Nicola called.

“Where are you?” His voice was slurred, the unmistakable edge of drunkenness lacing his words. “Get back. Now.”

I held the phone to my ear, unmoved. “Do you need something, Alpha Nicola?”

The background noise—laughter, glasses clinking—abruptly quieted, as though everyone around him had fallen silent.

I called his name again, ready to hang up, when his voice came through, sharp and cutting.

“Where are you?” he demanded.

I took a deep breath, my voice calm. “You said the air in the house was suffocating with me around, so I left. I’m doing as you wished, Nicola. I won’t come back.”

There was a beat of silence before his bitter laugh came through the receiver.

“Since when are you so obedient?” he sneered. “What happened to the Elisa who clung to me like a parasite? The one who begged and cried?”

His tone turned venomous, a growl beneath the words. “If you’re really so eager to listen, then leave the city. Get out of my sight entirely. And if you so much as think about targeting Sasha again, I’ll make you regret it.”

I gripped the phone tightly, my knuckles white.

His words were like barbs, meant to provoke, to remind me of my lowest moments.

But I wouldn’t bite. Not anymore.

“Are you done, Nicola?” I said softly.

He paused, clearly taken aback by my tone.

I continued, my voice steady. “You’re right. I’ll leave. And I promise you this—once I’m gone, you’ll never have to see me again.”

Before he could respond, I hung up.

For the first time in years, I felt like I could finally breathe.