White Wolf’s Revenge

In my past life, the twin Alphas Alexander and Lucas pursued me, the only white wolf in the pack, relentlessly.

Only a pack blessed by a White Wolf could receive the true favor of the Moon Goddess.

Just as I was agonizing over whose mark to accept, they both hit their rut simultaneously.

That night, I was forced to endure both of them claiming me.

Later, I fell pregnant with a pup. Since the Alpha King couldn't determine the paternity, he decided I would be the Luna to both of them. The throne would go to the father of the child once a blood test could be performed after birth.

But on the day of our Mating Ceremony, Sarah came back. She was my half sister and the Alpha twins childhood sweetheart.

She was driven mad with jealousy, ran out trying to attract everyone’s attention, and ended up being torn apart by a passing Rogue.

Alexander and Lucas seemed indifferent at first. Throughout my pregnancy, they treated me with unwavering devotion.

But on the day I gave birth, they strangled my newborn pup.

Their eyes were glowing crimson with rage as they roared, "Why wasn't it you? You bitch! You stole the White Wolf bloodline that belonged to Sarah and cursed her life!"

Before I could even utter a word of defense, the two men I loved more than life itself tore me to shreds.

When I open my eyes again, the Alpha King demanded I make my choice—to decide which twin I would accept as my fated mate—I chose neither.

I am the only white wolf in Pack, and the entire Pack relies on me for energy from the Moon Goddess.

In my previous life, the Alpha King ordered his two Alpha twin heirs to marry me; whoever bore me a white wolf child would inherit the Alpha King's position.

But on the mating ceremony day, my half-sister, their childhood sweetheart, ran off out of jealousy and wandered into the territory of the rogue wolves, where she was tortured to death.

My Alpha twin mate harbored resentment towards me ever since, and on the day I gave birth to the heir, she personally killed my pup.

When I opened my eyes again, I was back on that day.

……

I opened my eyes.

I was back. Back to that chaotic night when Alexander and Lucas hit their rut.

" I'm burning...need she-wolf"

Two scorching hot Alpha bodies were pinning me down, heavy as lead.

Their eyes were glowing a terrifying crimson, devoid of any pupil or recognition.

"Help us... we're going to explode..." Lucas's voice was a ragged growl, his elongated canines scraping against my neck, ready to sink in and mark me.

Alexander was even more direct. He was tearing at my nightgown, his searing hands roaming my body with an undeniable, suffocating possessiveness. "Don't move, good girl. Open your legs. Take your Alphas..."

The phantom pain of being torn apart in my past life surged through me. I didn't melt or soothe them like I did before. Instead, I summoned the unique spiritual gift of the White Wolf.

"Sleep."

A massive wave of psychic energy slammed into their lust-addled brains.

The two out-of-control beasts groaned, their eyes rolling back as they collapsed, unconscious, onto the bed.

Gasping for air, I grabbed a coat to cover myself and stumbled out of the room, hiding in the shadows of the hallway.

Just as I expected, not two minutes later, Sarah appeared. She was skulking around, wearing a flimsy, see-through silk slip.

She sniffed the air, catching the thick scent of Alpha pheromones. She licked her lips greedily and shoved the door open without hesitation.

Soon enough, the room filled with sounds that would make anyone blush.

Fueled by aphrodisiacs and instinct, Alexander and Lucas woke up. In their haze, they treated Sarah as nothing more than a tool to relieve their pressure.

"Oh, Goddess... Alphas... you're so big..." Sarah's exaggerated moans pierced through the door. "Harder... right there... ruin me..."

"Damn it, you dirty little slut... you're so wet..." The sound of Alexander roughly slapping flesh echoed into the hall.

"Mine!" Lucas roared, the bedframe creaking violently under their combined weight.

"I'm yours... I'm your exclusive bitch... Ah! Too deep! I'm coming!"

Listening to the filthy dialogue and their beastly panting, I let out a cold laugh and turned back to my own room.

In my last life, I nearly died in that bed trying to help them survive their rut, only for them to later complain I wasn't wild enough.

Since that's the case, Sarah can have this "blessing."

The next morning, the pack's gathering horn blew.

The Alpha King stood outside the twins' bedroom, furious. Whispers rippled through the gathered crowd.

Sarah was kneeling on the ground wrapped in a sheet, crying tears that looked perfect and practiced. Her exposed shoulders were covered in purple bruises and bite marks.

Alexander and Lucas stood shirtless, looking pale as their memories returned, but they firmly shielded Sarah behind them.

"Abomination!" The Alpha King roared, his voice shaking the ground. "A low-born Omega daring to crawl into the Alphas' bed during their rut? You have defiled the royal bloodline! Guards! Drag this seductress out and execute her immediately!"

"No!" Sarah screamed, shrinking into a ball.

"Stop!" Alexander bellowed, stepping forward to block the royal guards. His gaze was fierce. "Father, you cannot touch her! It wasn't her fault!"

Lucas nodded, his expression grim but determined. "We lost our minds last night. We were beasts. We forced her. Sarah is the victim here. As Alphas, we must take responsibility for our actions!"

"Responsibility?" The King scoffed. "You want to take responsibility for a bed-warmer?"

"She is not a bed-warmer!" Alexander declared. "Since we have taken her innocence, we will marry her. Sarah will be our Luna!"

The crowd gasped.

"Absolutely not!" The Alpha King slammed his scepter down. "Have you lost your minds? Ivy is the White Wolf! It is the decree of the Moon Goddess that the Alpha heir must mate with the White Wolf. If you break this sacred bond, you will bring disaster and misfortune upon the entire Silver Moon Pack!"

"Father, you are the one who is deceived," Lucas narrowed his eyes, his voice dripping with conviction. "Why do you think we lost control last night? Why did we feel such a pull toward Sarah? It’s because she is the true mother of the White Wolf bloodline!"

The King paused, confused. "What nonsense are you spouting?"

Alexander pointed a finger directly at me, his eyes filled with accusation. "Ivy is a fraud! She stole the White Wolf powers from Sarah using black magic when we were children! That’s why Sarah is weak, and that’s why Ivy has the power. But the blood... the blood doesn't lie. Only Sarah can bear us strong heirs!"

"Yes!" Sarah sobbed from behind them. "I didn't want to say anything... I didn't want to hurt my sister... but for the future of the pack, I can't hide the truth anymore."

The King hesitated, looking between me and Sarah. The accusation of black magic was serious.

Seeing the King waver, Alexander turned to me. His expression softened into a look of arrogant charity.

"Ivy, don't look so resentful. We know you did it because you were jealous of Sarah and wanted to be Luna."

Lucas chimed in, crossing his arms. "But for the sake of our childhood friendship, we won't execute you for stealing the power. Sarah is kind."

He paused, as if offering me the world.

"We will marry Sarah. She will be the Luna. As for you..." He glanced at me with utter contempt. "You can be a mistress. Or better yet, just a breeder."

Watching them protect the woman while trampling on my dignity, I just found it funny.

I reached up and unclasped the necklace made of ancestral wolf fangs—the symbol of the Luna's status.

I threw it at their feet. It landed with a crisp clatter.

"Listen closely," I said, my voice calm but piercing through the silence. "I don't give a damn about being Luna, and I certainly don't want two blind, filthy Alphas like you."