The Alpha's Mistake: Rejecting His True Fated Luna

I was dying of late-stage Silver-blood Syndrome, so I swallowed my pride and entrusted our six-year-old daughter to my ex-husband, the powerful Pack Alpha.

But instead of showing mercy, he looked at my pale face with absolute disgust.

He thought I was abandoning our pup to run off with another man.

"If you cannot raise our bloodline properly, I will strip your custody rights forever."

He proudly paraded his new Luna and her son, leaving me to endure the agonizing poison completely alone.

I vomited silver blood in a cold hospital room until my heart finally flatlined.

He didn't even know I was dead until my body was sent to the Pack morgue.

As my soul slipped away, I couldn't understand why he broke our fated mate bond for a woman who masked her true scent with cheap chemical perfumes.

Why did he let me rot in the slums while he lovingly raised a Rogue's child as his own heir?

But the Moon Goddess refused to take my life.

Three years later, I woke up from a sacred medical stasis, no longer a weak Omega, but the legendary White Wolf.

When my ex-husband discovered his new wife's deception and came crawling back in tears to beg for a second chance, I calmly turned away.

This time, I chose the man who stayed by my deathbed, leaving the great Alpha to drown in his own regret.