After Rebirth, I Broke Our Bond and My Alpha Regretted It

My Alpha fiance's childhood sweetheart died after being poisoned, and the pack believed I was her killer. Only the Alpha stood by me without wavering. "Ophelia is the kindest Beta in this pack. She is also your future Luna. How could she possibly poison anyone? I never want to hear another accusation like that." For my birthday, he gave me a wolf-tooth necklace. When I came down with a fever, he stayed by my side around the clock and even punished the healer who prepared my medicine. Then, three days later, I overheard him talking to Vivian's mother. "Alpha, you've been dosing the Luna with wolfsbane for days. She hasn't noticed, has she?" Kyle gave a cold laugh. "No. I slip a little into her milk every day, and the fool still thinks I love her. She drove Vivian to her death. I will make her suffer every bit of the pain Vivian endured!" The wolfsbane took effect then and there. He locked me in the cellar, tortured me mercilessly, and even slept with other wolves in front of me. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Vivian fled home to the pack and Kyle chose me for his mate. Chapter 1 At the autumn hunt festival, the wolves cheered for their Alpha and future Luna to kiss. Kyle looked livid. Every ounce of his attention was fixed on Vivian, who stood a short distance away covered in mud. The watching wolves jeered. "Well, look who finally came crawling back. Vivian actually has the nerve to return to the Silver Mane pack." Kyle pulled his arm from mine and glared in disgust at Vivian, who had been bullied to the ground. "Move. A traitor ought not to show her face before us." Watching that familiar scene between Kyle and Vivian, I suddenly realized I had been reborn. This was the very day Kyle had chosen for our mating ceremony - and the day Vivian came fleeing back to the pack. Three months earlier, Kyle had disappeared after leading the Moonfield wolves into battle against a rival pack. The enemy claimed he had died. Vivian believed them and immediately married their Alpha, only to endure relentless abuse. The moment she learned Kyle was alive, she fled back here. In my previous life, Kyle stripped Vivian of her position when she returned, reduced her to the lowest servant in the pack, and assigned her to wait on me hand and foot while the others beat and berated her at will. Some urged Kyle to banish the traitor, but he refused. He said he would torment Vivian and force her to spend the rest of her life serving the pack to repay her debt. I believed Kyle despised the woman who had betrayed him. I never saw the love hidden in his eyes. Fortunately, the Moon Goddess heard my prayer. Vivian knelt with red-rimmed eyes fixed pleadingly on Kyle. From inside her clothes, she drew out a bracelet carved with a wolf mark - the token Kyle had once given her. Laughter broke out around her. Several wolves closed in, pointing and mocking her. "You betrayed the Alpha, yet now you dig up an old keepsake to feign that you still care? Do you honestly think you are still the one Kyle loves? There is room for no one but Ophelia in his heart now." Someone snatched up a stone and hurled it at her. It cut Vivian's forehead, and blood slowly beaded along the wound. Kyle reached for her at once, then seemed to remember himself and lowered his hand. I took a deep breath and walked toward Vivian. Kyle quickly stepped between us and pushed me back half a step, as if afraid I might hurt Vivian. He never noticed the old wound on my arm had split open. He put his body between Vivian and me and frowned as he explained, "I was afraid she'd suddenly lash out and hurt you." But I knew those were only empty words. Otherwise, he wouldn't have missed the bleeding wound on me, and he wouldn't have come up with the ridiculous excuse that an Omega could hurt a Beta. I looked at Vivian. "The rain is getting heavier. Let Vivian come inside to get out of the rain." Every wolf watching froze. Their baffled gazes settled on me. Everyone in the Silver Mane pack knew about Kyle and Vivian's past. They could not understand why I would invite Vivian into the house myself. Kyle frowned and looked at me, puzzled. "Ophelia, this hunt festival is for the wolves of our pack. Are you sure you want to bring her in and ruin this for everyone?" Vivian blinked innocently at Kyle, hurt etched across her face. Unspoken tension crackled between them. I explained to him, "The rain is heavy. And besides, there may be rogues outside the pack." Kyle opened his mouth to argue, but then noticed the blood still seeping from Vivian's forehead and silently gave in. Vivian did not thank me. She simply kept looking at Kyle through her tears. And I no longer cared. I had already made up my mind to leave. Chapter 2 Once inside, I summoned the healer to bandage me. The argument with Kyle had reopened an old wound from a fall while I was gathering herbs for him. Vivian stood off to one side, weeping helplessly. Her wound was minor, yet she cried as if she might collapse. Kyle's expression darkened by the second, but he had no excuse to show concern for a traitor. "Bandage Vivian's wound. I can see to mine myself." Kyle's expression eased, but everyone else stared in shock. No one could believe their future Luna would yield the healer's attention to a lowly traitor. Vivian's face went cold. Beneath her choked sobs, I could practically hear how badly she wanted to tear me apart. Vivian suddenly slapped the healer's hand away and sprang to her feet. She shoved the wolf-mark bracelet into Kyle's arms, then ignored her bleeding wound and dropped to her knees before him. "Kyle, I cannot live without you. Please forgive me. Can't we be together again?" Kyle's face twisted. He flung the bracelet aside. "Have you no shame, Vivian? You know I have a mate, yet you still try to seduce me? We are finished. I have Ophelia, and I will never love you again!" Vivian dissolved into tears at his contempt. Oblivious to her bedraggled state, she darted to retrieve the bracelet from the mud. "You gave me this as a token of our love. Have you forgotten? I have kept it with me all this time. I made a mistake and lost you. I do not expect forgiveness. I only want to say I am sorry." Leah, a close friend to both Kyle and me, watched Vivian's fragile display and feared no man could resist it. She leaped to my defense, dragged Vivian away from Kyle, and kicked her in the stomach. "Where were you while Kyle was fighting for his life? Oh, right - you ran straight to the enemy. Ophelia stayed. She fought beside him until the very end." Vivian lay crumpled on the ground, yet I was the one whose face paled. I remembered exactly what had happened to Leah in my previous life. Because Leah had defended me and hurt Vivian, Kyle had torn out her fingernails, broken all four of her limbs, and abandoned her in the wilderness. Her body was never found. I hurried to pull Leah behind me and put an end to the farce. "No! Stop hitting her. This ends here. I don't want the festival ruined, and nobody is to hurt Vivian for my sake." The wolves marveled at my generosity. They praised my restraint and declared me the perfect Luna. Soon the feast was lively again. The maids brought out small cakes in every flavor, and everyone was about to reach for them. The next second Kyle swept the chocolate cake in front of Vivian onto the floor. Kyle's sweeping arm struck me where I stood behind him. I fell beside the blazing stove, and the heat seared my arm red as blood soaked through the bandage. Kyle did not notice a thing. He was too busy facing Vivian down, gripping her arm and shouting furiously, "Have you forgotten you're allergic to chocolate? Are you planning to die in our pack so your new mate can come and take revenge on Ophelia and me?" I froze. Chocolate was my favorite flavor, yet Kyle had forbidden me to eat it for months. I had assumed he disliked sweets. Now I understood: he remembered Vivian's allergy, so he had banned chocolate altogether. Of course Vivian saw Kyle's concern for her as well. She gave me a challenging look and then leaned against Kyle and said softly, "Kyle, I know you're the one who cares about me most. I won't cause you any trouble. Even if it kills me, I won't put you in a difficult position." Kyle's expression shifted through a dozen emotions, but I still caught the flicker of delight he could not hide. He loved Vivian after all. Pathetic. How had I never seen this before? I gave a bitter laugh. I was done watching their twisted love story play out, and I brought the festival to an end. As the others dispersed, I turned to Vivian. "There may be rogues outside the pack. You can stay at my house tonight." Kyle looked startled. Before he could speak, I shocked him again. I dropped the moon necklace he had given me - the symbol of a Luna's exalted status - at his feet. "Kyle, I want to break the mate bond." Kyle blinked, then laughed dismissively and stepped closer to soothe me. "Ophelia, stop this. You want to break our bond because of Vivian? She is only a traitor. You are the only one I will ever be with. We will swear it before the Moon Goddess..." I dodged Kyle's embrace, utterly repulsed by this foolish man who had gotten my child and me killed in my previous life. When we returned home, I went straight to my room and refused to say another word to him. Kyle did not try to coax me again. Instead, he offered to move into the study and give me space, while I put Vivian in the guest room. That night, memories of my brutal death in my previous life kept me tossing and turning. Kyle had murdered my child merely as an offering to Vivian. My parents had been framed, driven from the pack, and left to die in the wilderness. I had perished after days of relentless torture. All of this was merely to avenge his beloved: Vivian. Chapter 3 Soon, Kyle knocked on my door. "Ophelia, are you asleep?" Before I could answer, the knocking stopped. Kyle had never possessed much patience where I was concerned. I slipped out of bed and crept to the door, only to see Vivian in a camisole with her arms wrapped around Kyle. "Kyle, my head hurts so much. Am I dying?" Kyle tried to push her away, but Vivian clung to his hand. "Kyle, please do not send me away or stay angry with me. I missed you every day in the Dark Moon pack. That is why I risked coming back for you." A vein bulged at Kyle's temple. He said, "I will not be taken in by your sweet talk," even as his hand slid beneath Vivian's skirt with the intimacy of a lover. Vivian laughed softly and turned as though she meant to leave. "If you truly don't want me, I'll go back to the Dark Moon pack and be their Luna right now." She had barely finished when Kyle stepped forward, seized her by the throat, and kissed her hard. "How dare you run? Am I not enough for you in bed? Why flee back to that traitorous pack? You should be on your knees, begging me to take you back!" Kyle released her throat, tore open her camisole, and kissed her hungrily. Vivian kissed him back through her tears. They devoured each other as if desperate to merge into one body. "No matter what you call me, I cannot stay away from you. Seeing Ophelia at your side broke my heart. Are you truly going to choose that bitch? She must bore you to tears in bed. Tell me who you really love, or I will never sleep with you again!" Kyle was already hard and desperate to throw Vivian down. Reason had deserted him. "You. You are the only one I want, and the only one I love..." I picked up my phone and recorded everything. Inside me, there was only stillness. Kyle's betrayal could not raise so much as a ripple in my heart. I no longer loved him. Instead of returning to bed, I pulled on a coat and went outside. At the festival, I had glimpsed someone familiar, only for him to vanish the next instant. My feet carried me to the Temple of the Moon Goddess. When I looked up, a tall, powerfully built wolf stood ahead of me: Kyle's uncle, Grant. His rank in the pack was second only to Kyle's, and his strength made him one of the most sought-after males in the entire pack. My aunt Celine even claimed one look at him proved he would be formidable in bed. Unfortunately, Grant was illegitimate, a pup born to the former chief and a maid, and the pack had always shunned him for it. My heart threatened to pound out of my chest. "Grant," I called, my voice trembling. Grant was surprised to find me there. I told him about Kyle and Vivian without holding anything back, but he barely reacted. Somehow, he had already known. Grant arched one eyebrow, a teasing smile curving his lips. "So? Did you come looking for me because you want a new mate to help you take revenge on Kyle?" He stepped close, his powerful frame towering over me. My heart raced, and I could barely contain what I felt for him. In my previous life, when I was locked in that cellar dying of wolfsbane, it was Grant who came and fought Kyle. He held my body and wept, and in the end he killed himself beside me. I was nervous, even afraid, but I asked the question that mattered most. "You were the wolf I saved all those years ago, weren't you?" Grant didn't deny it. I could not understand why he had deceived me. Grant shook his head. "Kyle was the one you loved. Even if I had told you I was the wolf you saved, what could I have done? I was not the pack's Alpha. Only Kyle could give you the life you wanted." What Grant had not expected was that Kyle was not a man worth entrusting my life to. He had failed me, failed the pack, and continued sleeping with the traitor. "You’re wrong! I could never care about any of this. Kyle was never the man I loved." After a long moment, Grant released me and searched my face. "Do you mean that, Ophelia? Think carefully. If you choose me, there will be no going back to Kyle." When I was ten, I found a wounded pup barely clinging to life while gathering herbs beyond the pack. I saved him, gave him the moonstone pendant I always carried, and made him promise we would meet again. Then he vanished without a word. I mistook that wolf for Kyle. I gave Kyle my moonstone pendant - and my heart. Yet when I later asked him about our childhood meeting and the pendant, he always gave evasive answers. That was when I realized I had mistaken one wolf for another. No one had told me that Grant was the one his own brother had cast out of the pack for being illegitimate. The image of Grant clutching my body and howling his grief to the sky remained etched in my mind. All for an impostor, I had wounded the man who truly loved me. I looked up at Grant and spoke solemnly. "I mean it. Grant, I want everyone who hurt me to pay in blood and tears. Will you help me?" Grant smiled and pressed my hand against his chest. "This time you came to me. Even if you're only using me to take revenge on Kyle, I will never let you go." We kissed beneath the moon. I breathed in his cool, clean scent and melted into the heat of his embrace, unwilling to move even an inch away. And Kyle, I would never give him the chance to hurt me again. I would make him and Vivian pay what they owed. This time, someone else would be driven from the pack!