Chapter 1I DIED watching my sister steal my mate.
Then I woke up... BEFORE it all happened.
This time? I'm NOT the fool.
When my sister pulled her victim act AGAIN—
"Dad, shouldn't Adrian be with me? Selene's wolfless, she needs the stronger one..."
I smiled: "Nah, I'm good."
She wanted the Alpha twins?
She can HAVE them.
They still think I'm broken. Helpless. WEAK.
Surprise: The "helpless" act was just Phase One.
While she's playing house with my leftovers, I'm taking back my mother's SECRET EMPIRE.
And when they're ALL on their knees BEGGING for mercy—
That's when the REAL fun begins.
Every. Single. One. Will. PAY.
Beatrice's sugary voice made my skin crawl.
"Dad, shouldn't Adrian be with me instead? "Selene's wolfless—what if something happens? Kael's obviously stronger—he can actually keep her safe."
My eyes snapped open.
The memories hit me like a sledgehammer.
Second chance. Same manipulative bitch.
"Don't worry, Sel," Beatrice cooed, already reaching for Adrian's arm. "Kael will take amazing care of you. He's so... gentle."
Gentle. Right.
Because last time, "gentle" Kael Emberstorm had watched me die while screwing my sister.
Being wolfless means every emotion hits at full force—no wolf to buffer the pain.
In my last life, I'd eaten up this concerned sister act. She'd grabbed Kael and his powerhouse wolf while graciously "sacrificing" herself for my protection.
What a saint.
When Dad's enemies had taken us hostage, Adrian could've slaughtered them all—his wolf was legendary.
Beatrice's wolf was no slouch either. But she'd screamed through the mate bond: "Kael, save her first!" Knowing damn well I'd make him choose the wolfless girl. She got her alpha prize and her martyr reputation.
I could feel the pack's eyes on me, waiting for the usual song and dance. Poor little wolfless Selene, grateful for whatever scraps they threw her way.
Not today.
"Nah, I'm good."
The room went dead silent. Beatrice's perfectly glossed lips fell open.
Dad's face went red. "What did you just say?"
"I said I'm good. Kael can have her." I shrugged. "Seems like a perfect match."
Beatrice's wolf was probably having a meltdown through their bond. No tears? No begging? This wasn't how the script was supposed to go.
Kael's scent hit me—smoke and rain.
In my past life, he'd played the wounded puppy so well I'd actually felt sorry for him. Those golden eyes that used to make me melt now just pissed me off.
"Absolutely not!" Victor's Alpha voice cracked like a whip. "You're a Frostbane heir, Selene. Even without your wolf, you have bloodline value. That broken slave can barely stand—how's he protecting pack royalty?"
There it was.
His real feelings, served up on a silver platter. I was just breeding stock to him. Beatrice was his precious princess, born from his fated mate while mine had been a political convenience.
The pack politics were crystal clear: he'd mated Mom for territory, found his fated mate in his mistress.
When Mom discovered the affair and pregnancy, she'd died of heartbreak.
The day after her funeral, he'd moved his side piece and bastard daughter into our home, forcing me to call his whore's spawn "sister."
"But Victor," Beatrice whined, "Selene deserves the best protection—"
"I'm not broken!" Kael roared.
Everyone froze.
His body started changing—not a full shift, but enough to make the message clear. Muscles bulged under his shirt until the fabric gave up. Claws sprouted from his fingernails, and his canines extended into fangs. The scars on his arms looked like someone had used him for target practice.
"I'm not your charity case," he snarled, his voice dropping to something that made the windows rattle. "Emberstorm wolves bow to no one."
He slammed his fist into the wall. The entire section crumbled like paper.
"I'll serve Miss Beatrice Frostbane," he declared, his eyes locked on her face. "She deserves a real Alpha warrior."
My stomach twisted.
Five years of playing the broken bird in my past life, and now he was flexing like some Alpha King. All for her.
"I'm skilled too," Adrian said quietly from his wheelchair. "Let me guard Miss Beatrice."
Victor laughed. "You can barely protect yourself, cripple."
"Then let us fight for her," Kael growled. "Winner takes the prize."
They went at each other like animals.
No technique, no honor—just pure savage brutality.
Kael aimed for killing blows while Adrian defended himself with moves that definitely didn't come from a paralyzed man.
When Adrian's eyes flashed red and he launched himself out of that wheelchair like a missile, I almost laughed. The "helpless invalid" just broke three of Kael's ribs with one kick.
But Kael had always been the better actor. He took the win, pinning Adrian with claws at his throat.
"Congratulations," Victor said, slapping Kael's back. "Kael belongs to Beatrice now. Fine enforcer material."
Then he looked at me like I was something stuck to his shoe.
"Adrian, you're stuck with Selene. Try not to die."
Beatrice's tears vanished instantly. She'd won the prettier, stronger wolf.
Adrian dropped to the floor, trembling. When he looked up at Victor, his face was pure hatred.
"Just send me back to the black market, Alpha. I'd rather rot there than serve her."
Chapter 2
Dad's face turned ugly, his alpha energy slamming down like a brick wall.
"You little brat! Frostbane pack doesn't take orders from slaves!"
His power hit everyone in the room, but Adrian just shrugged it off. That kind of resistance meant his bloodline was way more dangerous than Dad wanted to admit. Adrian looked at me with disgust in his eyes.
"I'm not fighting you, Alpha. I'm just saying—I'm fucked up. My wolf's broken. Miss Selene deserves better than broken trash."
I could smell everything in the air—testosterone, anger, and Beatrice's panic starting to leak through her perfect mask.
Yeah, I knew I wasn't shit compared to her. She had the tits, the hair, the whole bombshell package.
Me? I was the reject who'd lost her wolf saving Beatrice's ass three years ago when rogues crashed our moon ceremony. Some bastard's claws went straight through my spine, severing whatever connected me to my wolf.
Awkward as fuck around pack members, especially the alphas. Zero chance against Beatrice's sex goddess appeal and that natural luna energy that had every unmated male circling like sharks.
Last life , Kael's wolf must've been disgusted by how pathetic I was. No wonder he'd used me as a placeholder while fantasizing about her.
Beatrice's wolf was freaking out—I could smell it all over her as she grabbed Adrian's arm. "Adrian, you can't abandon Selene! Those slave traders will kill your wolf with silver if you go back!"
Same old bullshit performance.
In my past life, this sob story had me crying and begging for acceptance. Now it just made me sick.
I cut through her act, my voice flat as roadkill.
"Fuck it, Beatrice. Adrian wants to leave? Let him. Send his ass back to whatever hellhole he crawled out of."
Dad's mouth dropped open. He'd been planning to intimidate Adrian into submission, then make me grovel for the privilege of keeping him.
Beatrice's whole act crumbled. This was supposed to make her look like the perfect sister while proving I was worthless.
I'd just blown up her script.
She ran over, fake tears starting. "Selene, he's just traumatized! You can't send him back to die!"
I stared her down, cold as ice.
Being wolfless had one perk—I was immune to pack emotional manipulation. "You care so much? Keep both Emberstorm boys. Start your own little harem."
Her face went red. "What the hell is that supposed to mean?!"
But I could smell the truth on her. Her wolf was practically purring.
The Emberstorm twins were premium Alpha stock and hot as hell. She got off on making other females jealous. Having both gorgeous brothers? She'd be the star of every pack gathering for a thousand miles.
Dad stepped closer, trying to intimidate me with his alpha presence. Too bad it only worked at half-strength on the wolfless. "Selene, you're really turning down both guards?"
I smiled like a knife.
"Absolutely. I don't want either of these broken toys."
Both brothers looked shocked.
Kael especially—those gold eyes held something weird, like his wolf was trying to remember something. Made me wonder if he somehow remembered our past life.
But that was crazy talk. Werewolves don't do reincarnation.
Dad switched to fake concerned father mode. "Who's going to protect you then? Every rival pack on the continent wants Frostbane blood."
I laughed in his face.
"Let me join the pack company. Professional enforcers actually know how to do their jobs."
"I don't need some broken wolf—I need competence."
Chapter 3
Victor had zero choice but to bend to his wolfless daughter's ultimatum.
In my previous life, I'd been stuck to Kael like fucking glue, totally clueless about the family's business empire. Got left high and dry when the pack turned on me.
This time? I was taking control of my own damn life.
He dragged his feet like a sulking child, alpha ego bruised to hell. Dumped me in customer relations—entry-level shit meant to humiliate me. Expected me to crawl back begging in forty-eight hours.
Wrong move, asshole.
I went full psycho mode: shadowing executives during the day, cramming business books all night. No wolf instincts to guide me—just pure human spite. Results came fast and brutal. Coworkers who'd mocked the "broken Frostbane heir" were suddenly kissing my ass as I closed deals they couldn't touch.
Gossip blazed through the business networks—I was the rising star, the wolfless anomaly who could manipulate elders better than seasoned wolves. I was obliterating Beatrice, Victor's chosen successor, and her wolf was spiraling.
She was choking on it like silver bullets.
Sabotage went nuclear: fucking with my client database using supernatural speed, poisoning my presentations with Luna manipulation, spreading lies about my "freaky" success to other pack members.
Game on, bitch.
Death had taught me ruthlessness.
I filmed her sabotage, captured her lies, demolished her schemes with irrefutable proof. Watched her implode while her wolf's hysteria contaminated her scent.
That night at home, she cornered me in the hallway.
"Wow, Selene's really killing it at work! Even Dad's bragging to other alphas." Sweet as cyanide, but her eyes held that predator gleam. "Sales is brutal though. You look like death—humans can't handle our pace. Want me to talk Dad into something easier?"
I limped past her, refusing to get trapped. "Go fuck yourself."
She glided alongside with predatory elegance, drowning me in synthetic sympathy.
"I'm not competing with you—honestly, your little 'victories' are just beginner's luck. People love a pity story. But one big failure and the Frostbane name is trash across every territory. Besides, with that limp and no wolf, what male would ever want damaged goods?"
I caught her nasty look at the Emberstorm twins hiding in the shadows, their enhanced hearing catching every vicious word.
I laughed, cold as death. "Worried little sister's gonna outshine the golden princess?"
Her perfect smile shattered like glass—caught red-handed in her manipulation. Her voice went shrill, her wolf's fury bleeding through the fake sweetness. "Are you fucking insane, Selene? I'm being protective!"
Crocodile tears started flowing right on schedule. Pure performance art for any pack witnesses.
I snorted. "Protective? Please. You know exactly how I got this limp. You were the one getting mauled by rogues at the ceremony. I jumped in front of those claws to save your perfect ass. Then when backup arrived, you shoved me straight into that rogue's killing blow—let him rip through my spine and kill my wolf to hide what a coward you are."
Her tears went full waterworks, her wolf's guilt and rage creating a scent shitstorm. "Selene, I... I didn't mean for you to lose your wolf! Everything happened so fast—"
The Emberstorm twins lost their minds, flashing to surround their beloved princess from her "psychotic" sister.
"Miss Selene, back the hell off!" Adrian snarled.
But Kael? Kael glared murder at me, those amber eyes burning with righteous fury. "You need to apologize to her! Now!"
That arrogant, self-righteous prick expression—the same look he'd worn while stabbing me in my past life? My sanity snapped.
SLAP!
My hand cracked across his face hard enough to echo off the walls. His head whipped sideways from the impact, pale skin immediately turning bright red.
He turned back slowly, those golden eyes wide with shock and something else—pain? Recognition?
"How dare..." He whispered.
I cut him down. "A slave giving orders to his owner? Know your fucking place, Kael."
I limped away, leaving all three of them standing there like idiots.
