I died loving Him. Now I'm back

I loved him with everything I had.

I did not know that he chose me only to hold onto power, that somewhere behind his silence was a mate he had turned away. I found out the truth the night she came to my room, smiling, telling me I was no longer needed now that his grip on the pack was complete.

Then she took my life.

I woke up again, months before the wedding I remember dying in. Every memory came back with me, the vows, the years, the knife.

This time, I am not walking into that marriage blind.

Will I let myself love him again? Will I stand as Luna on my own terms this time? Or will I find that the man I buried in my memory was never the one who truly betrayed me?