Chapter 1

Chapter 1

"Dr. Elena, please go in quickly, the young Alpha's condition is getting worse."

The steward's anxious voice rang in my ears, but my body trembled uncontrollably.

The agony of being consumed by flames seemed to still linger on every inch of my skin.

The desperate cries of my two pups in the underground den still echoed in my ears.

"Dr. Elena?" This title made me feel dazed.

Since mating with Dylan, no one had called me that for a long time.

"Today is the young Alpha's birthday celebration, I don't know how this happened."

I stopped in my tracks.

I had been reborn.

I took a deep breath and turned to the steward: "Go find Rosalie Blackwood. The young Alpha has been drugged with an aphrodisiac."

The steward was startled: "But..."

"Go find her!" I said decisively, "Otherwise the young Alpha will be in danger."

Watching the steward hurry away, I covered my violently beating heart.

In my past life at this moment, after I pushed open the door, Dylan pounced on me like a crazed beast.

And the steward stood outside the door, turning a deaf ear to my screams.

Later, I became pregnant and naturally mated with Dylan.

I thought this was the beginning of happiness, but it turned out to be the continuation of a nightmare.

He hated me, hated that I "took advantage of his vulnerability," hated that I made him lose his beloved.

He neglected me, humiliated me, and even forbade the pups from calling him father.

On our tenth mating anniversary, he burned me and the pups to death.

In the raging flames, two young pups cried "Mama," piercing my heart.

I suppressed the hatred in my heart, loosened my collar to reveal my scent glands, and turned toward the study.

If I remembered correctly, Alpha King Xander was also drugged with the same substance at this time.

The Shaw bloodline had always struggled with fertility. Dylan was conceived through artificial means, which secured his position as heir.

In this life, what if he was no longer the only son?

I pushed open the study door. Alpha King Xander was slumped on the leather sofa, his face flushed, his collar loosened around his neck, his powerful Alpha pheromones filling the room.

Seeing me, he grabbed me like a drowning wolf clutching a lifeline... Chapter 2:

The next morning, I emerged from the study disheveled and exhausted.

I happened to encounter Rosalie coming out of Dylan's room, her eyes and brows radiating satisfaction.

Seeing me, she paused momentarily, then revealed a contemptuous smile:

"Dr. Elena, why are you in such a hurry to leave?"

Her lips curved with mockery.

"Could it be guilt? After all, seducing an older Alpha for wealth and status is rather unseemly."

I looked at her coldly: "Takes one to know one."

Rosalie's expression darkened, "Dr. Elena, you're mistaken. I'm nothing like you."

"I can become a proper Luna, while you... at most you'll be dismissed with some money."

I lowered my gaze.

She wasn't wrong. In my past life, the female who entered that room was indeed dismissed with money in the end.

But I was different from that female. I possessed rare fertility genes among wolves, and it was precisely because I could bear strong offspring that I could enter the Shaw pack.

I looked meaningfully at her omega servant uniform: "Miss Blackwood should worry about herself."

Just then, Dylan emerged from his room.

He wrapped his arms around Rosalie, asking tenderly:

"Rosalie, are you alright? Why didn't you rest longer?"

Rosalie shyly lowered her head: "I still have work to do. I can't always be absent."

She glanced at me meaningfully, "After all, I'm not like Dr. Elena, who can be idle at all times."

Dylan snorted coldly: "She's just another servant."

"Darling, didn't I tell you? I'll take responsibility for you."

He turned to look at me, his eyes ice-cold:

"I heard you told the steward to find Rosalie yesterday. Smart of you."

"But even so, don't covet things that aren't meant for you."

His words pierced my heart like a blade.

So he had always known I liked him.

In my past life, I learned that it was Dylan who arranged for the Shaw pack to sponsor my education. I developed feelings for him.

Later, I even voluntarily became the pack's family healer just to be close to him.

Before our mating ceremony, I asked if he was willing to mate with me.

He clearly said: "Anyone would do. Don't overthink it, just focus on being Mrs. Shaw."

Once he secured his position as the Shaw heir, he showed his true colors.

Dylan was nothing but a hypocritical coward.

I quietly responded "Understood."

In this life, without my interference, I wanted to see what kind of future they could build together.

As I was about to turn and leave, Dylan suddenly grabbed my wrist with painful force.

His gaze fell on the small patch of skin exposed at my collar, where there was clearly a territorial mark from an Alpha.

"What is this?"

His voice was cold as ice, "How shameless of you, giving yourself to any male!"

His grip made my already aching body hurt even more, as if my bones would fall apart.

But I endured the pain and looked at him coldly: "That's none of your business, Young Alpha."

His face turned ashen, and an emotion I couldn't read flashed in his eyes:

"Who was it? One of the pack warriors?"

"That's all you're worth."

He looked at me with contempt, his tone full of mockery.

Before I could retort, Rosalie's weak voice came from behind: "It hurts so much..."

Dylan immediately released me and quickly walked toward Rosalie.

She was leaning against the wall, looking fragile and helpless: "My legs hurt so much..."

Without a word, Dylan swept her up in his arms.

Rosalie naturally wrapped her arms around his neck, pressing her cheek against his chest while giving me a provocative look.

In my past life, Rosalie was obsessed with climbing the social ladder, always using her fragility to captivate Dylan.

When she learned Dylan was going to mate with me, she seduced several other pack heirs, trying to stimulate Dylan's jealousy.

As a result, she became addicted to illegal drugs. During withdrawal, she used a silver knife cutting of her own throat.

How ridiculous that Dylan thought Rosalie was devoted to him.

I gently caressed my abdomen, feeling an intense burning sensation there, stronger than when I was pregnant in my past life.

It seemed Dylan would soon have several younger siblings.

I curved my lips into a cold smile. Chapter 3:

Alpha King Xander woke up and quickly left for overseas pack territory negotiations due to urgent business.

Before departing, he only sent me a mind-link message: "Don't worry, I'll take responsibility for you. Wait for my return."

I didn't pay much attention to it.

Even if his responsibility meant only giving me money, once my pregnancy test results came out, he would definitely mate with me.

I just didn't expect the days would become so unbearable.

The disheveled state I was in when I emerged from the study that day was witnessed by all the pack servants.

They initially thought I had been with Dylan.

But Dylan announced the very next day that Rosalie would be his future mate, specifically instructing the servants to serve her well.

"So who was Dr. Elena with in the study that day?"

The servants whispered behind my back.

"Who else could it be? Must have been some rogue wolf. Our Shaw pack strictly forbids servants from having private relationships with outsiders. She's committed a grave taboo."

"Exactly. She usually seems so proper, but turns out she's so desperate for an Alpha's attention."

Although the steward Marcus saw me enter the study, without Alpha King Xander's orders, he couldn't say anything.

Hearing these discussions, Dylan's expression grew increasingly dark.

The servants, trying to curry favor with Rosalie, made my life difficult in every way.

My clothes would mysteriously end up on the ground, covered in muddy footprints.

Even my daily herbal tea would sometimes contain disgusting things like dirt or dead insects.

"Dr. Elena, your clothes fell again,"

Rosalie said with false concern, holding her omega nutrition supplements, "These servants are really too much."

I coldly observed the triumphant smile on her face, bent down to pick up my clothes, and left without a word.

The rumors grew more vicious. Some said I had unclear relationships when I first entered the Shaw pack, others claimed I frequently seduced male pack warriors.

Even what color undergarments I wore to the clinic each day was described in salacious detail.

"I heard Dr. Elena secretly met with the territory patrol wolf again last night."

"Absolutely, I saw her coming out from behind the training grounds with wrinkled clothes."

I gritted my teeth, enduring the humiliation in my heart.

These rumors were nothing more than attempts to drive me away from the pack.

Just as I was about to find steward Marcus to help clarify things, I ran into Dylan at the corner.

He grabbed my wrist and dragged me into a nearby storage room.

"Do you enjoy seducing male wolves so much?"

He stared at me coldly, his eyes full of contempt.

I struggled to break free from his grip, but his strength was terrifying.

"Young Alpha, believing rumors is one thing, but now you want to force yourself on me?"

I sneered back at him.

His grip tightened suddenly, "A lowly she-wolf like you dares to say such things?"

I stared directly into his eyes without speaking.

After a long pause, he cut straight to the point:

"I know you like me. As long as you behave from now on, I can let you be my mistress."

Looking at his self-righteous attitude made me feel sick.

"I refuse."

"Slap!" He struck my face.

"How could your rogue wolf be better than me? Elena, you're really testing my limits."

"Just break it off with him."

The unexpected blow made my lip bleed.

His gaze lingered on my face for a moment, and unusually, a flash of heartache crossed his eyes.

He softened his tone, "Stop being stubborn."

"Except for the Luna title, everything Rosalie has, you can have too."

I laughed coldly: "I said I refuse."

He grabbed a pack report from the desk and threw it at me.

"Then get out of the Shaw pack! The Shaw pack has no place for a private healer who consorts with rogue wolves!"

I didn't even bother to look at him and turned to leave.

Leaving the pack house now was fine - it would save me from watching him and Rosalie display their affection.

Just as I exited the storage room, I saw Rosalie standing by the door, staring at me with venomous eyes:

"Elena, why must you interfere with my affairs?"

I scoffed: "Only you would treasure someone like Dylan. I have no interest in him."

I walked past her and continued straight ahead.

"Dr. Elena, what are you doing? Dr. Elena, no!"

Rosalie suddenly screamed.

I turned back in surprise, only to see she had deliberately thrown herself down the staircase. Chapter 4:

I stared in shock, completely unable to understand what had happened.

The pack servants downstairs heard the commotion and rushed over, while Dylan also burst out of the storage room, running straight to Rosalie.

"Rosalie!" He scooped up the bruised and battered Rosalie, his voice full of heartache.

Rosalie said pitifully, "It's not Dr. Elena's fault, it's all my doing. I was jealous that she spent the night with Alpha King Xander, so I lost control."

She looked at Dylan with tears in her eyes, "But I really can't bear to see her become the future Luna."

"Elena Whitmore!" Dylan roared, "How dare you attack a pack member like this! Guards, restrain her!"

Several pack warriors immediately stepped forward, forcibly pressing me to kneel before Rosalie.

My knees hit the ground hard, making me gasp in pain.

"Which hand did you use to push Rosalie?" Dylan looked down at me condescendingly.

"I didn't push her," I said through gritted teeth, "You can check the security footage."

Rosalie sobbed in Dylan's arms:

"Don't bother checking. It was all my fault. I threw myself down the stairs because I couldn't accept that she's carrying Alpha King Xander's child. It has nothing to do with Dr. Elena."

"Rosalie, you're too kind,"

Dylan gently stroked her hair, "This vicious she-wolf doesn't deserve your protection."

I laughed bitterly. No matter what happened, Dylan would never believe me.

Dylan said coldly, "Since we can't tell which hand it was,"

"Then let's break her right hand. A healer who attacks pack members doesn't deserve to practice."

My heart jumped. As a pack healer, if my hand was broken, my medical career would be over.

"No, you can't!"

I shook my head in terror, "You can report me to the Pack Council, but don't touch my hands!"

Dylan revealed a cruel smile.

"Since you care so much about it,"

"Let's start with the fingers. Someone bring a silver-tipped hammer."

Rosalie looked at me triumphantly from his arms.

I was seething with hatred.

I couldn't understand why I had to endure their torture again and again when I had done nothing wrong.

Dylan personally picked up the silver-tipped hammer and brought it down hard on my little finger.

The silver burned through my werewolf healing abilities, and I was in such pain that my vision went black. I bit down hard to keep from passing out.

My crushed little finger was twisted beyond recognition.

"This is the punishment for not learning your place,"

He whispered in my ear, "You were so obedient in your past life, why in this life are you..."

I couldn't hear the rest, but I understood—he had also been reborn.

Old and new hatred surged in my heart as I stared at him deadly.

He raised the hammer again, "Beg me,"

"And I'll spare you, how about that?"

"Never!"

I said through clenched teeth, "Dylan, in this life, it's either you or me!"

He flew into a rage, raising the hammer high.

Just then, an authoritative voice suddenly rang out:

"What is the meaning of this!" Chapter 5:

Dylan's movement froze, the silver-tipped hammer suspended in mid-air.

A flash of panic crossed his eyes, which he quickly masked.

"Father, you're back? Elena, she... she used her healer abilities to attack Rosalie and threw her down the stairs..."

Alpha King Xander's appearance was undoubtedly a lifeline for me.

I endured the excruciating pain and said hoarsely:

"I didn't... I didn't push her, she threw herself..."

Dylan glared at me furiously, "Rosalie is in this state and you're still making excuses!"

"Father, look at her. With such a vicious heart, how can this kind of she-wolf deserve to stay in the Shaw pack!"

I laughed coldly and retorted: "Dylan, your skill at twisting the truth is becoming more and more masterful."

"Whether I pushed her or not, the security footage can testify."

"And what gives you the right to break my fingers? Who do you think you are?"

"Some ancient tyrant enforcing pack law? This is illegal torture under the Pack Council regulations!"

Rosalie looked at Alpha King Xander with tearful eyes, saying weakly:

"Alpha King, I'm fine... don't blame Dr. Elena, I was careless..."

"Slap!"

A resounding slap landed on Dylan's face. Alpha King Xander's fury could almost ignite the entire hall.

"Is this how I taught you? Acting on emotion without investigating?"

His gaze fell on my mangled finger, his brow furrowed deeply.

The next second, I was lifted and cradled in his arms.

"Prepare the vehicle, quickly!"

Rosalie continued sobbing pitifully nearby, "Alpha King..."

"Silence!"

Alpha King Xander's sharp gaze swept over her.

"Do you think you have the right to address me as Alpha King? You're just a servant, remember your place!"

"Father! Rosalie is no longer a servant, I want to mate with her!"

Dylan shouted excitedly.

"Slap!" Another slap.

"Dylan, do you think you've grown wings? Guards, give this insolent servant twenty lashes across the face!"

Alpha King Xander was barely over forty, and his years of commanding authority were now fully displayed.

This made Dylan involuntarily step back.

Two pack warriors immediately stepped forward and restrained Rosalie.

"Don't worry, no one can bully you."

Alpha King Xander looked down at me, his eyes gentle.

I leaned against his chest, sobbing softly: "My hand hurts so much, thank the Moon Goddess you came..."

Dylan stared at us intently, completely ignoring Rosalie's screams.

"Father, you and Elena are too intimate, this isn't appropriate. I know I was wrong, please put her down."

"What's inappropriate about it?"

"Next month I will hold a mating ceremony with Elena. From now on, don't address her by name directly - she will be your Luna."

"What?! I won't allow it!"

Dylan cried out in shock.

"My affairs are not for you to interfere with."

Alpha King Xander's expression was dark.

Just then, steward Marcus reported that the vehicle was ready. Alpha King Xander carried me away with large strides.

Before leaving, I looked back at the devastated Dylan, feeling a surge of satisfaction in my heart.

In my past life, I always regarded Alpha King Xander as an elder.

It wasn't until after his accidental death that I learned I bore an eight-tenths resemblance to his deceased first mate.

He had harbored different feelings for me long ago.

So in this life, I held the most powerful card.

Throughout the journey, Alpha King Xander looked at my hand with heartache.

"It's all my fault. I should have informed the steward in advance, then you wouldn't have suffered this."

I shook my head, simply leaning weakly against his chest without speaking.

The more fragile I appeared, the more guilty he felt.

The pack healer said my little finger had a compound fracture and would affect its sensitivity permanently.

Alpha King Xander felt even more remorseful upon hearing this diagnosis.

"Elena, you can punish that servant however you wish, just say the word."

I said weakly with a pale face:

"I'm not that kind of cruel person. I just want justice."

He caressed my face, his gaze distant, as if seeing someone else through me.

"Don't worry, I will definitely clear your name."

I leaned against his chest, sneering inwardly.

Justice? Clearing my name? What I wanted was far more than that.

What I wanted was for them to be utterly ruined and suffer a fate worse than death! Chapter 6:

Overnight, the entire Shaw pack's attitude toward me changed completely.

The pack servants who previously avoided me now greeted me with warm smiles whenever they saw me.

In the Luna ceremony preparation room, the pack's ceremonial designer fawned over me as she adjusted my ceremonial robes.

This custom Luna ceremonial dress was worth millions, with moonstone embellishments alone the size of pigeon eggs adorning the bodice.

I stood before the mirror, admiring my graceful figure.

In my past life when I mated with Dylan, I didn't even have a proper Luna ceremony.

"You can actually stomach mating with my old man! You're truly desperate!"

Dylan suddenly appeared in the preparation chamber, his eyes dark and venomous as he stared at me.

I laughed lightly, retorting without courtesy: "Your father has far more stamina in bed than you ever did."

His face instantly turned ashen, his fists clenched tightly:

"You... are you also reborn? I know you only chose my father out of spite. You'll definitely regret this!"

I gazed at my radiant reflection in the mirror, saying coldly:

"Regret? Why would I regret this?"

"Watch your tone. I am your Luna now. Show such disrespect again and I'll tell your father."

Dylan was rendered speechless by my words, then lowered his voice threateningly: "You think you've won by mating with my father?"

"Don't forget, he'll die in two years, and he can't even produce heirs. Let's see how you handle that then!"

I raised an eyebrow at him: "I don't know what you're talking about. You'd better worry about yourself instead."

In my past life, I conceived quickly, so Dylan always assumed he had no fertility issues.

But every pack medical examination revealed his wolf bloodline was weakening and his ability to sire strong pups was severely compromised.

I hoped when he discovered his own fertility problems, he'd still be this smug.

"Just wait! There'll come a day when you'll beg me for help!"

Dylan stormed out in fury, slamming the door.

I listened to his retreating footsteps, a mocking smile playing on my lips.

Beg him? Not in this lifetime!

Because of Alpha King Xander's firm stance, Rosalie couldn't enter the Shaw pack as planned.

Dylan took her to the pack healer for examination, only to discover she wasn't pregnant at all.

So he began tormenting Rosalie even more viciously, as if trying to drain every ounce of her energy.

Every time I saw Rosalie, she was weak-legged and could barely walk straight.

But perhaps because things came too easily, Dylan gradually lost interest in Rosalie.

He had been attracted to her because she pretended to be pure and reserved, like an untouchable flower.

Now that the flower had been plucked, it naturally lost its appeal.

Rosalie naturally sensed this change, and she panicked like an ant on a hot pan.

I stood by the window, watching Dylan and Rosalie arguing in the courtyard below.

"Let's try artificial insemination. That way we'll have better chances." Rosalie clutched Dylan's sleeve, her voice carrying a pleading tone.

Dylan shook off her hand, saying coldly: "My bloodline is fine. If you can't conceive, maybe there's something wrong with your wolf genetics."

"The Shaw bloodline has always had fertility challenges. Maybe you do too. Come with me to get examined."

Rosalie tried to drag Dylan toward the pack clinic.

"Slap!" A crisp slapping sound rang out.

"Get lost! Go by yourself if you want. I'm perfectly fine."

Dylan angrily pushed her away.

I chuckled softly. Dylan, this man, was always so arrogant.

He must be extremely anxious now, especially since pack law dictated that only males who had sired strong heirs could inherit pack leadership.

Currently, he was nothing more than a figurehead Beta in the pack hierarchy.

Sure enough, before long, I received word that Dylan was keeping several she-wolf mistresses from other territories, euphemistically calling it "diversifying his options."

Such wonderful news - how could I not let Rosalie know?

I had someone leak the information to her, then quietly waited for the drama to unfold.

The next day, Rosalie stormed into Shaw Industries.

Dylan was in the middle of a pack council meeting when she burst through the conference room doors.

"Dylan! You're actually keeping mistresses from other packs! How can you face me?"

Dylan's face darkened: "Get her out of here!"

The secretary moved to escort her out, but Rosalie screamed like a madwoman:

"No matter how many she-wolves you find, it won't work! You're the problem! I secretly had your samples tested - your wolf bloodline is weak!"

The entire conference room fell silent instantly.

I sat at home watching the live feed someone had sent me, laughing with genuine delight.

Dylan's expression was extremely ugly as he pointed at Rosalie's nose and snarled:

"You're not even my official mate yet! What right do you have to interfere? Get out!"

Rosalie was frightened by Dylan's threatening tone and realized she had lost control.

She immediately switched to a meek demeanor, saying submissively:

"I just love you too much. I was afraid of losing you, that's why I acted this way..."

Dylan felt a wave of disgust.

In my past life, even when I knew about his mistresses, I would only suffer in silence, never causing such public scenes.

Nothing like Rosalie, acting like a common shrew and making him lose face.

With this comparison, Dylan increasingly missed my virtues. Unfortunately, it was all too late. Chapter 7:

The Shaw pack members were all discussing Dylan's fertility issues, speculating whether he could still inherit the Alpha position.

Just then, at Alpha King Xander's birthday celebration, I pulled out a pregnancy test report and handed it to him.

"My mate, happy birthday! This is my gift to you."

I smiled with gentle radiance.

On the test results, the words "triplets" were particularly prominent.

The entire pack hall fell silent momentarily, then erupted in excited howls and cheers.

"Xander, you magnificent wolf! Still virile at your age, about to have three pups!"

"Congratulations! The Shaw bloodline will flourish!"

News of Alpha King Xander's virility and the upcoming triplets spread rapidly throughout all the Northern Territory packs.

Dylan stood in the corner, his face ashen.

I carried a crystal goblet filled with moon-blessed wine, walking over to him, gently swirling the silvery liquid, my smile loaded with meaning:

"Dylan, are you happy? You're about to have several younger brothers."

He stared at me intensely, his eyes burning with fury and resentment.

"Elena, you..."

Before he could finish, I interrupted him.

"Address me as Luna." I elegantly raised my goblet, "Or you could also call me—Mother."

Dylan's expression grew even more hideous as he clenched his fists, his claws nearly piercing his palms.

Seeing him like this filled me with immense satisfaction.

Dylan couldn't sit still anymore.

Within days, I heard he had taken Rosalie to the best fertility clinic in the werewolf territories, planning artificial insemination.

The examination results showed his wolf genetics were severely compromised, making natural conception nearly impossible.

For months, Rosalie received daily hormone injections to stimulate her wolf fertility cycles, causing her entire body to swell unnaturally.

Yet the artificial insemination attempts failed repeatedly.

This day I was in the garden sipping nutrient-rich bone broth when I heard Dylan's furious roars from the nearby pavilion.

"You're completely useless! Can't even produce a single pup!"

"I'm sorry... please give me one more chance? The pack healer said this time..."

"Shut up! Look at yourself now, fat and hideous. I was blind to ever want you!"

Dylan stormed out angrily.

Seeing me sitting there elegantly, his steps suddenly halted.

These past months, Alpha King Xander had been caring for me meticulously, and even while pregnant, I remained radiant.

"Elena..."

He gazed at me with obsession, "I truly regret not being with you sooner."

I laughed coldly: "Dylan, are you drunk?"

But he suddenly dropped to his knees before me, his eyes full of longing and regret:

"Elena, I'm actually reborn."

"In my past life, that night I was poisoned with silver, you were the one who saved me. After we mated, we had a pair of adorable twin pups..."

My spoon paused slightly.

"Come with me. I'll protect you. When my father dies, I'll make you my official Luna. I know you've desired me since entering the Shaw pack."

I set down my cup, a flash of mockery in my eyes:

"Then do you know why the she-wolf who saved you that night became Rosalie instead?"

Dylan froze.

"Because I'm also reborn."

I looked at him coldly, "The revenge for you killing me and our two pups in the past life—I still remember it clearly."

"Didn't you insist on being with Rosalie? Then I'll ensure you two grow old together. Unfortunately..."

I smiled meaningfully, "You're destined to have no heirs in this lifetime."

"No!" Dylan howled frantically.

"That was all my mistake! Please forgive me! Can we start over?"

His gaze suddenly fell on my swollen belly, his eyes turning vicious:

"These pups shouldn't exist at all!"

He lunged forward, reaching for my stomach with his claws extended.

At this critical moment, a figure flashed like lightning, delivering a powerful kick to Dylan's solar plexus.

I looked up to see the enraged Alpha King Xander.

"You dare touch my pups?"

His voice was cold as winter frost, "Guards! Lock this beast in the silver-lined dungeon!" Chapter 8:

Although Dylan didn't actually touch me, the shock of that moment still caused complications with my pregnancy.

I was rushed to the pack medical center, and Alpha King Xander remained vigilantly outside the treatment room, never leaving my side.

Three days later, I lay in the Luna recovery suite undergoing prenatal examinations.

When the pack healer entered with the test results, her face bore a joyful smile.

"Congratulations, Alpha King, it's triplets, all strong male pups."

Xander's hands trembled with excitement as he gripped mine tightly:

"Elena, do you realize? We're about to have three sons!"

I leaned against the moon-silk pillows, saying softly: "Three isn't nearly enough. I want to bear you many more pups in the future."

His eyes grew misty as he bent down to stroke my hair: "Elena, how can you be so wonderful."

Before I could respond, he pulled out a document from his ceremonial vest:

"This is what I had the pack lawyers prepare - five percent of Shaw Industries shares. From today, they belong to you."

I was stunned.

Shaw pack shares had always been precious. Even Dylan, his biological son, currently held less than one percent.

Now he was willing to give an outsider like me five percent.

Looking at his sincere expression, I felt a pang of emotion.

How well he had always treated me.

In my past life, whenever Dylan went too far, it was always Xander who protected me.

Yet in the end, he still died in that silver-poisoning incident.

"My mate, I had a nightmare last night."

I grasped his hand, "I dreamed you were poisoned with silver... because someone tampered with your ceremonial chalice..."

"Silly wolf." He chuckled, "You're just oversensitive from pregnancy."

But I insisted: "You must always have your ceremonial items tested for silver contamination before any formal events. My prophetic dreams are always accurate."

He indulgently nuzzled my temple:

"Alright, I don't usually believe in moon visions, but since you've seen it, I'll definitely be careful."

Meanwhile, in the foreign territories, Dylan and Rosalie's lives had become a living hell.

To prevent Dylan from attempting to harm my pups again, Xander had banished them to oversee a struggling satellite pack in the Wastelands.

Before they left, I even "kindly" suggested to Xander that they should be officially mated first, to honor their bond.

Xander readily agreed.

In the harsh Wasteland territories, Dylan faced constant challenges from rival packs and made no progress in establishing authority.

He vented all his frustrations on Rosalie, subjecting her to regular beatings and abuse.

Rosalie initially didn't dare resist, silently enduring his violence.

But after being battered repeatedly, she began fighting back. The two frequently engaged in brutal fights, with injuries becoming commonplace.

During one particularly vicious argument, Dylan accidentally discovered that the she-wolf who had drugged him that night was actually Rosalie!

Her image of "pure innocence" in his mind completely shattered.

"It was you! You're the one who drugged me!" Dylan pointed at Rosalie, roaring in fury.

Rosalie defiantly shot back: "So what if it was?"

"You seemed pretty happy about it at the time!"

Dylan was stunned. He had always believed that Elena was the mastermind behind that night's events.

He never imagined the real culprit was Rosalie all along.

"Why did you do this?" he asked in disbelief.

"Because I love you! I wanted to become Luna of the Shaw pack! What's wrong with that!"

Rosalie screamed hysterically.

Dylan suddenly felt nauseated. He had always thought Rosalie was pure and untainted.

He never realized she was no different from any other scheming she-wolf.

"You're completely insane!"

He looked at her with disgust and stormed out.

From that moment on, Dylan's hatred for Rosalie intensified, and their relationship hit rock bottom. Chapter 9:

Days passed one by one, and my belly swelled like a balloon.

Alpha King Xander's care for me reached obsessive levels that would make other pack members envious.

Every day, he would personally hunt fresh game for me, ensuring I had the finest nutrition a pregnant Luna could receive.

"Elena, how does this moon-blessed elk steak taste? I tracked this particular elk for three days to ensure its spiritual energy was pure."

Xander looked at me with eager anticipation.

I glanced at it carelessly, deliberately frowning: "It seems a bit too gamey."

Xander immediately tensed up, frantically signaling the pack servants to take it away:

"Of course, of course. I'll have the pack hunters find something milder immediately."

"Elena, what would you like to hunt today? I'll lead a hunting party personally for you."

He carefully adjusted my ceremonial Luna cloak, afraid I might catch cold in the mountain air.

I was about to respond when my phone suddenly vibrated.

Opening it, I saw another message from an unknown number: "Elena, I miss you so much..."

I sneered and tossed the phone aside.

Dylan kept sending me messages from the foreign territories every few days, professing his longing for me.

Dylan was always obsessed with things he couldn't have.

Before it was Rosalie, now it was my turn.

His love was nothing more than fleeting infatuation.

The private investigator's photos showed Rosalie's condition deteriorating rapidly.

In the images, Rosalie looked disheveled and hollow-eyed, having lost all traces of her former innocent appearance.

She had fallen into drug addiction again in this lifetime, even more severely than before.

Foreign territories had lax control over these substances, and her descent into addiction happened with frightening speed.

Finally, on a bright sunny morning, I successfully gave birth to triplets.

As expected, all sons.

The three little wolf pups were plump and healthy, bearing strong resemblance to Xander.

"My mate, you've worked so hard!"

Xander was overjoyed beyond measure, immediately establishing trust funds worth hundreds of millions for each of his three sons.

He also hosted a grand celebration, inviting leaders from all the major packs to announce his joy to the entire werewolf world.

Meanwhile, in the foreign territories, Dylan had just finished beating Rosalie and sat on a worn couch, smoking in brooding silence.

The television was broadcasting news about the Shaw pack triplets.

Watching Xander's beaming face on screen, then looking at his own pathetic state, Dylan's heart churned with complex emotions.

He couldn't understand how his life had taken such a turn.

He should have been the one inheriting the Shaw pack leadership, mating with Elena, and reaching the pinnacle of werewolf society. How had everything changed?

Suddenly, sharp pain shot through his neck.

He spun around to see Rosalie holding an empty syringe, grinning maniacally at him:

"Dylan, you won't have it easy. Rot and decay with me!"

Blood still trickled from the corner of her mouth, yet her smile was more terrifying than tears.

"You crazy she-wolf! What did you inject me with?" Dylan recoiled in terror.

Rosalie wiped the blood from her mouth, her grin becoming even more sinister:

"Wolfsbane extract, mixed with silver particles. Let you experience the agony of addiction too!"

She then collapsed like a pile of refuse.

Dylan stumbled out of the room in panic, but it was too late.

The deadly toxins were already coursing through his bloodstream...

When news of Dylan's drug addiction reached the homeland, I was preparing the triplets' full moon ceremony.

"Let him recover properly in the foreign territories."

Xander said coldly, "If he recovers, he can return. If not... I'll consider myself childless."

He then looked down at the three little pups in their cradles, his expression softening: "Besides, we have three precious little ones now."

"The original heir was a failure, but we have three backup heirs. What's there to worry about?"

I smiled and nodded.

It seemed that in this lifetime, retribution came even swifter than I had imagined. Chapter 10:

News of Dylan being left to fend for himself in the foreign territories didn't affect my good mood at all.

Although Alpha King Xander was getting older, his wolf remained strong and virile.

I continued to bear him children - first a pair of twin sons, then a precious daughter.

Looking at these adorable little wolf pups, my heart overflowed with joy.

While I lived in peaceful bliss with my growing family, Dylan had completely fallen into darkness.

That day, I received word through the pack's intelligence network.

Dylan, in a drug-induced frenzy, had accidentally killed Rosalie with his own claws during a violent episode.

I was playing with the children in our private garden when the messenger arrived with this news.

Xander listened to the report, then simply said coldly: "He is no longer my concern."

The Alpha King had completely abandoned his eldest son.

Days passed peacefully, until we approached the date I remembered as Xander's death day from my past life.

Using my prophetic abilities as an excuse, I insisted he stay home with me the entire day.

I kept him close, ensuring he avoided any formal ceremonies or public gatherings where the silver poisoning might occur.

That dangerous day passed without incident.

I finally relaxed, dedicating myself wholeheartedly to enjoying my blessed life as Luna.

Years later, when news came that Dylan had died alone in the foreign wastelands, stripped of his pack status and consumed by addiction, I felt no sadness.

Only the satisfaction that justice had been served.

I had my revenge, my powerful mate, and my thriving children.

This was the life I had fought for and deserved.

The End