Alpha Kael

Elara POV

The Royal Pack’s glowing moonstone token rested in my palm.

Before I could even process the miracle of my rebirth, my half-sister Alyssa snatched it right out of my hand.

"This destiny is mine, little sister. Enjoy your cursed Alpha," she sneered.

My family easily caved to her whining. They forced me to take her place and marry Alpha Kaelen, a man they called an insane, crippled monster with three feral adopted sons. They laughed, expecting his beast to tear me apart before the honeymoon was over.

Alyssa thought she was stealing my crown. She didn't know she had just stolen my death sentence.

In my previous life, that exact token had made me the Alpha King’s Luna. But I was just a convenient, disposable meat shield for his true human mate. I died agonizingly, choking on poison meant for her, while the King didn't even blink.

I lowered my head, forcing my shoulders to tremble as if holding back terrified sobs. I played the part of the pathetic, wolfless Omega they all believed me to be.

But beneath my fake tears, I felt a profound relief.

I remembered the Kaelen from my past life. He wasn't a monster. He was powerful, agonizingly lonely, and slowly destroyed by a dark magic no one understood.

I wisely accepted the marriage pact and walked right into his freezing manor.

I know exactly who cursed him. And this time, I will save him, protect his boys, and make his entire pack mine.

——

The silver chain bit into the back of my neck before snapping with a sharp *crack*.

I gasped, stumbling back against the wall of the Foster Pack House corridor. Alyssa stood over me, her manicured fingers tightly clutching the Moon-Kissed Charm she had just ripped from my throat.

"A divine token blessed by the Royal Seer is wasted on a wolfless Omega," my half-sister sneered, her eyes gleaming with a manic, triumphant light. "You don't deserve the Alpha King's attention, Elara. I do."

I cowered, wrapping my arms around my frail body, playing the part of the terrified, bullied Omega she expected me to be. But beneath my trembling exterior, my reborn soul was laughing. Alyssa thought she had just stolen my glorious destiny. She had no idea she had just stolen a death sentence. In our past life, that charm made me the Alpha King's Luna—a disposable political shield meant to take the bullets for his true human mate, Ivy Kent.

*Take it,* I thought, watching her strut away. *Walk right into the King's slaughterhouse.*