I devoted sixty years to building the Silvercrest werewolf pack empire for my Alpha mate Kane Blackwood.
Yet I died on the cold marble floor, watching my husband and my own children celebrate my death. They planned to scatter my ashes in the kennel trough and crown his first‑love Delilah as the new Luna.
When I opened my eyes, I was reborn on the day of the Choosing Ceremony.
Shockingly, Kane also retained memories of our past life. All he wanted was to save Delilah and cast me aside once more.
No longer craving his broken love, I voluntarily withdrew from the mate selection. I handed over the business empire I built from scratch, only to be schemed against, humiliated, and chased out of the pack with nothing.
At my lowest point, the heir of the powerful Cross dynasty offered me a lifeline.
I rebuilt my career, reawakened my long‑lost wolf, and met my true fated mate.
When Kane finally uncovered the buried truth — it was me, not Delilah, who risked everything to save him and lost my wolf in the process — overwhelming regret consumed him. But two lifetimes of pain can never be undone.
