Revenge To Mate and Brother After Reborn

My mate and my brother hated me for twelve years.

They believed I stole their precious Sarah's herbal research and bullied her for twelve years into silence.

At my marking ceremony, they exposed my "crimes" to the entire supernatural world.

"She's nothing but a bully who torments her packmates and a thief who stole the herb formula from Sarah!"

But Sarah smiled through her tears:

"The formula doesn't matter anymore."

"As long as it saved our wolves from silver poisoning, what does it matter who created it?"

"I've already forgiven her."

She became the pack's angel of mercy.

I was condemned by thousands, until the very wolf I'd saved with my medicine poured silver water over my head. In my despair, I dragged Sarah down with me into death.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back in my second year of high school.

Sarah was slicing her arm with a silver blade, smiling as she asked:

"Have you thought about how you'll apologize to me?"

Something in me snapped.

My Alpha power surged forth, crushing her to her knees. I grabbed the blade:

"Let me show you what real cuts look like."

1

In my previous life, my mate and brother killed me together on my marking ceremony, believing that I bullied their precious Omega lover for twelve years.

After being reborn to my high school days, I will show then what the true bully looks like.

My last memory of my previous life?

Silver water eating through flesh and bone, the agony of it melting my eyes.

Through blurred vision, I saw Sarah, protected behind my brother's back.

I lunged forward with my claws extended, tearing through her heart.

"Let's die together, you thieving witch!"

...

When I opened my eyes again.

The crystal-clear vision stunned me for a moment.

Until I saw Sarah, years younger, standing nearby.

She was pressing a silver blade against her arm, letting blood drip onto her research notes.

As she cut, she smiled: "Who will they believe? Me or you?"

That's when it hit me.

This day. This cursed day.

The day she would claim I bullied her and stole her formula for the Moonbloom herb formula.

Seeing me frozen, Sarah's smile deepened:

"Thought about how you'll apologize for stealing my work yet, Alpha's daughter?"

Another delicate cut. "Everyone knows I'm the real talent here—Ah!"

My Alpha power exploded outward.

She crashed to her knees under its weight, the blade clattering to the floor.

I picked it up, watching her eyes widen in terror.

"Stealing my research wasn't enough?" I pressed the blade to her arm, right above her shallow cuts.

"Now you're staging an attack? Here, let me help make your story more convincing."

Sarah thrashed helplessly, pinned by my Alpha force.

Her voice came out in desperate gasps:

"Vivian, please... you're insane—"

I threw my head back and laughed, the sound echoing off bathroom tiles:

"Insane? You haven't seen anything yet."

Whether this was time travel or a death dream.

I didn't care.

I would expose her lies this time.

In my previous life, I died on what should have been my most glorious day.

I had finally created a cure for silver poisoning - the Moonbloom herb formula. Standing in my ceremonial robes as the new Chief Healer, I waited to complete my marking ceremony with my mate Daniel.

Then he recoiled from my touch: "I won't mark a thief and a bully as my mate."

My wolf howled in agony at the rejection, our spirit shattering.

Through the haze of pain, Sarah stepped forward.

Looking up with tear-filled eyes, she smiled:

"Remember me, Vivian? The one you bullied and stole from for twelve years."

"The real creator of the Moonbloom herb formula."

"But it's okay. The formula has saved so many wolves."

"What's one little theft compared to all those lives?"

The show made her an instant hero.

The pack turned on me as one.

"You stole the cure from your own packmate?"

"How many other healers' work have you claimed as your own?"

A wolf I had personally saved from silver poisoning suddenly lunged forward, silver water gleaming in his hands: "This is for Sarah!"

The liquid splashed across my face, bringing overwhelming agony.

My vision never cleared again.

From savior to thief, it took only an instant.

2

Consciousness returned slowly.

Sarah lay crumpled against the wall, blood trickling from her mouth.

That innocent face now showed real fear as my wolf form towered over her.

I couldn't help but laugh.

"What's wrong, Sarah?" I crouched down beside her. "Isn't this what you wanted? Evidence of my 'bullying'?"

My voice grew sharper with each word.

"Go on then!" I grabbed her chin. "Run to everyone with those claw marks. Tell them how the Alpha's daughter attacked you!"

My voice rose with each word.

Memories of silver water melting my flesh made my claws twitch.

I slashed across her face once more before turning away.

The shock in her eyes was delicious – no one should be able to shift at sixteen.

But here I was, my black wolf standing proud at two years too early.

I left her there, trembling and bleeding.

Emma waited for me by the training grounds:

"You missed half of combat practice. What were you doing up there?"

I shifted back smoothly, straightening my clothes.

"Oh, just teaching the new girl about pack hierarchy."

She spun around, eyes wide. "What?!"

I shrugged. "When everyone already thinks you're a monster, you might as well become one."

"That's... not how that saying goes..."

"Does it matter?"

We walked toward the practice rings when Daniel appeared.

Everyone knew us as the destined pair – the Alpha's daughter and her childhood mate.

Such a pretty lie.

His eyes lingered behind me, searching. "Vivian, you're late. I heard you beat a new transfer student?"

I even remember what he said next in my previous life - she didn't do anything wrong, just apologize to her.

In my past life, every time Sarah accused me of something.

He always urged me to apologize, to let it go.

Pretending to support me while actually confirming her lies.

Rage surged through me at the memory.

Without warning, I shifted and slashed my claws across his face.

"Vivian!" Emma gasped.

But Daniel didn't flinch. His eyes flashed red, but he controlled himself.

Instead, he reached out to stroke my fur gently:

"What's wrong, love? Are you experiencing an early shift? Why didn’t you tell me?”

“Is the early shifting causing you pain?"

In my past life, I discovered the truth far too late.

Daniel's father, the Alpha of our neighboring pack, had been a cruel man.

He'd beaten his son daily until bones cracked, leaving wounds that went soul-deep.

Only one person showed kindness then.

The little girl next door who snuck healing herbs through his window each night.

She became his salvation, his light in the darkness.

That light was Sarah.

The moment she transferred to our school, Daniel recognized her.

He believed every word she said about my bullying, hated me with his whole soul.

Yet he had to court me, the Alpha's daughter, the gifted healer.

Because only my abilities could heal his old wounds completely.

Without my help, he might never shift properly.

He'd be trapped as an Omega, the lowest rank, forever.

Thinking of his manipulation, I spoke coldly:

"Let's end this."

His red eyes widened, genuine fear flickering through them. "Why? Give me a reason, Vivian."

I wiped my fur where he'd touched me, contempt in every movement:

"I don't mate with Omegas." I smiled sweetly. "You're too weak for my bloodline. Is that reason enough?"

3

After I left, Emma carefully asked what was wrong with me.

Her concern wasn't surprising.

In high school, my devotion to Daniel had been blindingly obvious.

I spent countless nights developing healing herbs for him, testing dangerous compounds on myself because my early shifting gave me higher resistance.

I'd nearly died three times from herb poisoning, yet still smiled as I brought him each new formula.

My love had been so obvious that the entire pack knew.

But that Vivian was dead now.

The girl who stood here today had already died once and returned for vengeance.

Sarah didn't show up for the rest of the day.

I knew her well - that perfect face was her greatest weapon.

She wouldn't waste it until she could use it for maximum effect.

I waited patiently.

Soon enough, weekend arrived - the celebration of my unprecedented early shifting.

My Father and Mother, the pack’s Alpha and Luna, had planned a grand evening feast to honor my achievement.

But a pack emergency called them away temporarily.

Crystal chandeliers blazed overhead.

I descended the spiral staircase in a designer dress, my heels clicking against marble.

My brother Michael stood waiting below.

His formal suit matched his cold expression as he called out: "Vivian. Come here."

I approached slowly.

Pretending not to notice Daniel's dark gaze or Sarah's tearful face behind him.

I smiled sweetly:

"What is it, brother? A special gift for my celebration?"

Michael's eyes glowed amber with rage.

"Using your early shift to terrorize unshifted wolves. Stealing other healers' research. Is this how the Alpha's daughter behaves?"

His voice carried through the pack bond, echoing in every wolf's mind.

Every guest froze as the accusation rippled through the mindlink.

"Brother, what are you talking about?"

I tilted my head toward Sarah innocently.

"Which formulas did I steal? I developed everything myself."

"Enough lies." His power pressed down on me. "A spoiled wolf like you needs to learn her place."

He opened the pack bond wider, broadcasting to every wolf in our territory:

"Tonight, the Alpha's daughter will face justice for her crimes."

The silver whip gleamed in his hand.

"Hand over Sarah's stolen formula. Then you'll spend the night in the silver pit."

Gasps echoed through the hall. The silver pit was reserved for the worst pack criminals.

Spending a whole night in the silver pit is fatal for a newly shifted wolf like me. It would kill my wolf and turn me into an Omega.

His voice turned to steel:

"Go. Now."

4

The grand hall buzzed with anticipation as dozens of wolves watched the drama unfold.

"Can you believe it? The Alpha's daughter attacking unshifted wolves?"

"Well, when you're that spoiled, you can't stand anyone being better than you."

"Thank the Moon her brother isn't protecting her."

Under Sarah's triumphant gaze, I straightened my spine.

My wolf stirred beneath my skin, ready.

"A silver pit, brother?" I let my power leak into the pack bond. "How medieval of you."

I circled him slowly, letting my smile turn feral.

"But here's a better idea - why don't you try the pit first?"

Michael's face darkened with rage.

Sarah stepped forward, tears gleaming. "Vivian, I know you hate me, but how can you speak to your own brother this way?"

Her act was perfect - young, innocent, wounded.

Daniel watched her with dark hunger in his eyes.

Then he spoke softly: "Love, just apologize. There's no need for—"

I felt my wolf surge forward.

The shift rippled through me like lightning.

"Sorry," I growled through fanged teeth. "I don't speak with Omega."

My claws extended slowly.

Before anyone could react, I launched myself forward.

My enhanced strength caught Michael off guard.

He flew backward, crashing into Sarah.

Together they tumbled into the silver pit with twin screams of shock.

Through the pack bond, I sent my mocking thoughts:

"Since you love Omegas so much, brother, why not become one?"

Daniel lunged for me, eyes blazing red.

"Vivian, stop this madness—"

My claws found his chest.

One swift movement sent him flying after the others.

The silver pit rang with their combined agony.

"There," I purred into the stunned silence. "A perfect reunion."

"Enough!"

Michael's power crashed against mine.

"You disgrace our pack! Who taught you to be such an cruel animal?"

Same Michael - never believing me, always seeing the worst.

Ready to nail me to the cross of shame at every turn.

My laugh came out as a snarl.

The pack bond vibrated with my rage.

"Parents were too busy to raise me properly."

"So I guess you did, dear brother."

In my past life, I both feared and loved Michael.

Being several years older, he was an imposing figure in my childhood.

While our parents handled pack affairs, he was my keeper.

Every minor transgression earned brutal training sessions - running for hours under silver moonlight, sparring until I bled.

When I was five, he forced me into the icy river in December.

"A weak wolf is a dead wolf," he said, watching me struggle against the current.

I nearly died that night, my wolf too young to help me survive.

The pack healer spent hours bringing my temperature back up.

I was so young then.

I thought he loved me. He just didn't know how to show the gentleness other brothers gave their sisters.

Then Sarah appeared.

And I discovered the truth.

My brother wasn't incapable of gentleness.

He just reserved it for someone else.

I watched him wrap Sarah in his jacket when she slipped into that same winter river.

"Are you cold?" he asked, his voice softer than I'd ever heard it.

I saw him share his strength through the pack bond to warm her.

When she was sick, he brought her healing teas himself.

"You need to eat properly," he'd say, stroking her hair. "If you need anything, I'm here."

In my past life, I was trapped in love's illusion.

Wondering why my brother couldn't love me, why my mate couldn't stand with me.

Only after death did I finally understand.

I am my own wolf.

I don't need their love to survive.

My strength is mine alone.

5

The early shifting celebration ended in chaos.

Just as I faced down Michael, our parents finally returned.

They smoothly dismissed the gathered pack members with diplomatic grace.

Sarah tried her usual victim act with Mother, but was cut off by a steel-edged smile:

"Excuse me, but pack matters stay within the pack. You may leave now."

Sarah choked back tears, casting one last pleading look at Michael before slipping away.

Once only family remained, Father's Alpha power filled the room:

"Now, explain what happened here."

Before Michael could speak, I jumped in:

"A new wolf transferred to our territory. She tried to steal my research on silver poisoning prevention."

"When she failed, she started cutting herself with silver, claiming I was bullying her."

“Later I found out that this girl was the Michael that my brother loved and had supported for several years.”

Michael's head snapped up, shock radiating through our pack bond.

Surprised, brother?

Did you think I wouldn't discover your secret connection with her?

I pressed a hand to my eyes, letting my voice crack:

"I wouldn't have minded sharing the research if she'd just asked. A celebration of my early shifting isn't worth all this."

"I just don't understand why my own brother wouldn't believe me..."

See? I can play the innocent victim too.

Father's Alpha power pulsed through the room, silencing us both:

"Enough. This ends now."

"I don't care who attacked whom. This stops before it damages the pack's reputation."

His eyes locked with mine:

"The silver prevention formula - you developed this yourself?"

I nodded, projecting sincerity through the pack bond.

"I've made a breakthrough. With more time, I could perfect it."

Mother's sharp intake of breath matched Father's widened eyes.

Silver poisoning was our kind's greatest weakness.

Father's decision came swift and final:

"The research is yours. No one will take it from you."

His Alpha command vibrated through the air:

"This matter is closed."

Back at school, I began openly tormenting Sarah.

My wolf would emerge without warning, cornering her in empty corridors.

I'd let my Alpha power crush her to her knees during training sessions.

"Go on," I'd taunt through the pack bond. "Report me to the Committee. Isn't that what you do best?"

She'd tremble as my claws traced the air near her throat.

Hatred flashed in her eyes, but she'd still whimper:

"I'm sorry, Vivian. If I've upset you somehow, I'll make it right. Please."

"Your existence upsets me."

I tilted my head, fangs gleaming. "How will you fix that? Die?"

She could only stare, frozen in terror.

Then cry, as usual.

I discovered being the villain was surprisingly satisfying.

Of course she went to the Alpha Committee.

When they summoned me, I played my part perfectly.

Tearfully explaining about the celebration disaster, then producing my healer's certification:

"The early shifting experiments I did for Daniel... testing herbs on myself... it makes every transformation agony now."

"She knows this, yet claims I shift just to torment her."

The Committee ended up comforting me instead.

Everyone could see how much I despised Sarah.

Emma couldn't understand: "Why do you hate her so much? What did she do?"

I grinned wickedly:

"Can't I just be a terrible person who looks down on weak Omegas?"

"Yeah right."

She rolled her eyes.

"I'm a half-breed, even less accepted than Omegas. If you were that type of wolf, why protect me all through first year?"

"That's different."

And it was.

Everyone understood this basic truth.

Everyone except my brother and mate.

I smiled, but my eyes remained cold.

6

The Alpha King's Royal Healing Academy announced their recruitment next month.

In my past life, Sarah earned one of three coveted spots through Michael and Daniel's careful planning.

They let her practice healing on Daniel's old wounds, building her reputation.

And me?

I'd studied healing since age four, mastering ancient techniques for twelve years.

Then Daniel found me.

In the setting sun, he held me close and whispered:

"Could you step back from the competition? I don't want everyone seeing how talented you are."

"Share your healing gift just with me?"

I was such a fool then.

Actually believed he was being possessive and romantic.

So on competition day, I withdrew.

Instead, I spent hours in the healing chambers, demonstrating my techniques just for him.

While I worked, distant cheers echoed from the great hall.

Daniel heard them and smiled.

He was usually so quiet with me, his smiles soft and distant like morning mist.

I'd never seen him so openly happy.

Like an idiot, I asked: "Are you pleased?"

He paused before answering: "Very."

Back then, I thought he was happy because I healed only for him.

Much later, I learned the truth.

His joy came from Sarah's triumph in the competition.

His precious light had secured a brilliant future.

This time, I submitted my name for the trials.

But I didn't stop there.

I gathered every student interested in healing, teaching them the Moonbloom formula techniques.

I paid for private tutors, rare ingredients, ancient texts.

Compared to our group's advanced healing demonstrations, Sarah's basic silver wound treatment looked amateur.

She must have cried to Michael about it.

That evening, he intercepted me in the garden.

"Vivian."

My brother's face was stone.

"Withdraw from the competition."

I laughed: "What are you yapping about now?"

"This isn't a request."

Cold mockery flickered in his eyes.

"Face the consequences if you continue."

I stopped, meeting his icy stare:

"Brother, if your precious Sarah can't win against me after twelve years of training..."

"She truly is worthless."

Days before the healing trials, Daniel found me.

"Love."

"I was wrong before. But you've blocked our mate bond, won't let me near you."

"I don't understand what changed. Did you misunderstand something? Or..." his voice cracked, "find another mate?"

Pain laced his words:

"You promised I'd always be your only one."

Rage and bitter pain surged through me.

I had loved him truly for years.

When he said he didn't like me training for combat, preferring me to focus on healing, I suppressed my Alpha talents.

When he said Sarah was an abused Omega who needed understanding, I forgave her countless provocations.

I gave him my heart completely.

In return, they gave me twelve years of hatred and lies.

Suddenly, I couldn't pretend anymore.

I grabbed his shirt, slamming him against a tree.

He gasped in pain, but before he could speak, my hand cracked across his face.

I used my full Alpha strength.

His pale skin reddened instantly.

Leaning close, I snarled each word:

"I know you and Sarah knew each other long ago."

"You love her, don't you? Why play the devoted mate with me?"

"Using me while running to your precious Omega."

"No wonder your father beat you. Your mother seduced him from his true mate - like mother, like son."

"A weak Omega like you deserved every blow."

His eyes stormed with emotion, but he couldn't form words.

I laughed coldly, released him, and walked away.

7

That night, I had a rare dream.

A vision of what happened after my death in my previous life.

After my claws tore through Sarah's heart, silver water dissolved my flesh.

While I died in agony, they rushed her to the pack's healing chambers.

Outside, Daniel grabbed Michael's shirt:

"You promised you'd arrange everything, that you'd protect her—"

Michael shoved him away, voice cold:

"I already agreed to share her with you. Without my help, could a half-breed Omega like you ever control your father's pack? Don't push your luck."

Daniel stumbled back, protesting:

"Was it really your help? Wasn't it actually—"

He cut himself off abruptly.

Michael's laugh was ice:

"Yes, my sister helped you. But she's dead now. Or did you forget? You're the one who arranged for that wolf to pour silver water on her."

Daniel stood silent.

The healing chamber's moon crystal pulsed red.

Moments later, they brought Sarah out.

The healer spoke: "She's still critical..."

Daniel's gaze swept over her bloodless face, trembling slightly.

Then he spoke calmly: "I haven't forgotten."

"And I'll never regret it."

...

I jerked awake, stumbling to the bathroom to retch violently.

When I finally stood, I caught my reflection in the mirror.

Blood-shot eyes blazed with hatred.

"No regrets..."

I whispered, "That's fine. This time you'll regret being born."

"Just wait."

My wolf's rage pulsed through the bond.

On the day of the healing trials.

I encountered Sarah by the pack's sacred pool.

She wore an exquisite healer's robe worth at least ten thousand, crystal healing stones glittering at her throat.

Obviously Michael's way of consoling her.

"You think being the Alpha's daughter will protect you forever?" she sneered.

"You've tormented me for so long. Did you think I wouldn't fight back?"

"I'll make you pay a thousand times over."

"So what if you know about Daniel and me? He loves me. Your brother loves me."

"Someone like you will never know love."

She rambled on. I just smiled:

"Want more scars on that pretty face?"

I walked away as her expression crumbled.

By evening, sunset painted the sky blood-red.

I prepared my healing demonstration materials, including my latest batch of Moonbloom elixir.

Halfway to the trial grounds, I realized the herbs were missing.

"Did I leave them in the practice room?"

I thought carefully, deciding to go back.

Emma offered: "Want me to come with?"

"No need, it's just herbs."

I smiled. "You go ahead and set up the other materials with the judges."

The training building stood empty.

I climbed the stairs quickly, healer's robes swishing.

But stopped before reaching the practice room.

A figure blocked the stairs.

Sunset caught half his face, leaving the rest in shadow.

His eyes were dark as a moonless night.

Daniel.

His voice was soft as falling rain:

"What are you doing, love?"

"None of your business. Get out of my way."

I tried to pass him.

Suddenly, rough hands grabbed me from behind.

My mind froze for a second.

When I realized what was happening, I was already surrounded.

Ten rogue wolves circled me, fangs bared.

Daniel descended the stairs slowly, stopping beside me.

Those same sad, calm eyes watched me.

But his voice was ice:

"Don't blame me, Vivian."

"You were born with everything. You'll have other chances."

"But Sarah's different."

"She's worked so hard, done her very best."

He gripped my wrists, steel-hard.

"We can't let you ruin this for her."

The rogues moved in, silver blades glinting.

“Cut off her hands.” Daniel ordered coldly.