Reborn: I am no longer the Weak Luna
In my past life, I was the weak Luna everyone despised.
A fake daughter!
A disposable pawn!!
A girl my family happily executed!!!
They forced me to marry my brother to protect the family's reputation. They feared the world will know that their Alpha Son was born Impotent- they made me carry the blame of-
"A HEN THAT CANNOT LAY EGGS!!"
I obeyed them... and it cost me my life!
Their real daughter framed me countless times. My husband who was also my brother and we grew up together never believed me... They called me fake and treated me like a servant. She framed me and made the wolf world see my shame. I died trying to save my life from them.
But I woke up 10 years before my death.
This time, I refused to play their game.
After accepting the marriage to my brother...
I went behind them to meet my mate. The most feared man in our CLAN. His Uncle.
The crippled Lycan lord in disguise who once asked me to marry him.
He thought I had come to reject our bond like my past life but this time. --------I stood before him with a dangerous deal.
"Do you still want to stay the crippled Uncle in the shadows?" I asked, in a serious tone.
He replied. "I don't know what you are saying."
I knelt down placing my hands on his lap."Tomorrow morning they will be here. Do you dare to come claim your mate?"
This Time!!......I' Elena Alvarez, will Light fire to their World.
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Chapter 5
Elena's POV
I slipped out of the hidden compartment in the ancestral room, the same place they used to lock me in my past life..
I had no food or water all day.
It was past night.
As I escaped, a rusted nail pierced my foot.
I bit down hard, holding back a scream as blood soaked the ground.
I forced myself forward, limping.
Cassian's safe house was nearby. He came to school today and he had to be there.
I dragged my injured leg the whole way.
And didn't stop until I reached his door.
I pushed the door and it opened. I shut the door behind me and turned back.
He was already there standing.
The moment I stepped in, he turned to me, eyes sharp.
"Elena, Are you here to reject me?" I didn't answer.
My eyes were on the table. There was real food.
I walked past him like he wasn't even there and dropped into the chair.
"Can I eat?" I asked, already reaching.
He didn't reply; he only stared in awe at my sudden audacity.
I didn't wait for it either. I ate fast and messy. Rushing it like I hadn't seen food in years.
He didn't stop me. He just watched.
"Do you think you can leave here alive?" he said calmly. "You just saw my secret."
I slowed then looked up at him. My gaze dropped to his leg.
A small smile touched my lips. "I can leave here alive," I said simply.
I met his eyes. "Because I'm your mate."
"Didn't you say you despise being my mate? You said I shouldn't let anyone know about our mate bond?" He said coldly.
I cleaned my mouth with the towel and there was only one chicken left. I stretched my hand to grab it then he hit my hand.
"It's poisoned, don't eat it!" He said, calmly. And grabbed a cup of water.
"Poisoned?!" I exclaimed. "Who will poison you?"
"The maid." He said, like it was nothing.
I stared at him with pity, I thought. "When we get married I will cook for you forever. No one will touch your meal."
Suddenly he coughed, almost choking. "What did you just say?" He asked, in a shocked face.
"Nothing." I said, with a small smile.
He asked. "Can you start the rejecting process?" He said, all ready.
I smirked. "Why? Why will I reject you? When I am.in love with you." I said, with no emotions.
He froze and his glass cup fell from his hand. "What do you want?" he asked.
I stood up and hugged him tightly. "I love you Uncle Cassian. Can we be together?"
He pushed me off, heading to the couch. "Elena, I am not a kid you can play games with." He turned and pointed at me angrily. "Right now everyone in the Nightfall and Moonshadow pack all know you wrote a love letter to your brother. To your Brother!! I am even ashamed to let people.know that my mate is a foolish little girl."
I walked to him and hugged him.
"Do you know where I am coming from.right now?" I asked, but he kept quiet.
"I was locked by Mum and her new daughter. For the whole day. They took my old love letter to you and changed your name to my Brothers."
He got angry. "How dare they? Why would they do that?"
"Do you still want to stay the crippled Uncle in the shadows?" I asked, in a serious tone.
He replied. "I don't know what you are saying."
I said to him calmly. "Tomorrow morning they will be here. Do you dare to come claim your mate?"
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Two days later. The iron door creaked open.
I kept my eyes shut, my body limp.
I pretended to be weak and helpless.
Just like they wanted.
"Still alive?" my mother's maid voice came, sharp and cold.
"Wake her up." she said.
They flashed me water on my face and I sprang up.
Two men's hands grabbed me.Rough and I didn't resist.
"So Elena, the Mistress said anything they say you should only say yes. Else you wouldn't eat." she said coldly.
They dragged me out of the ancestral room and into the main hall.
The elders were already seated. Watching and Judging with disgust in their faces.
"Shameless girl." My Aunt Lydia says.
My mother Catherine stood up and held my hands gently. She said in a low tone.
"If you want to eat," she said coldly, "answer the elders properly."
My stomach twisted painfully.
Food!! I needed it but I wasn't so hungry because Cassian fed me everyday.
"Do you love your brother?" one of the elders asked.
Aunt Lydia stood up. "Do you have to ask her? She shamelessly wrote a love letter to her own brother. Because they weren't blood related. We shouldn't be discussing such a disgraceful thing!!"
My Mum turned to her. "Don't talk to my Daughter like that!! I love my daughter and I want her happiness. If she wants to marry her brother I will let her. It's better she marries here instead of a random man in the street that will be bad to her. I will be satisfied because her brother will take care of her."
The Elder spoke up. "Let's hear from her. Elena rumors have spread that you have been writing love letters to your brother Dominic. You have greatly damaged our Alvarez Family reputation. Now we are asking if you really love your brother or if the letter was a misunderstanding."
My Mum chipped in. "It wasn't a mistake. Our maid saw it and I have just shown it to you."
My heart pounded. Where was Cassian?Why isn't he here? Fear crept in.
What if... he wasn't coming?
My fingers curled tightly. What should I say I thought. I have to survive this. This was my only chance to escape dying.
Slowly, I lifted my head, pretending to be weak.
"M... Mum... Uncles..." my voice came out soft, trembling.
"I... I would love to marry my brother..."
I paused and stared at them. My lips parted again... "But...."
The doors slammed open.
A cold voice cut through the hall. "I haven't seen a nephew trying to marry his uncle's mate."
My heart stopped. Cassian!!!!!
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Reborn at the very moment everything began, Lainey called off the wedding without hesitation. But after losing her, Larry begged desperately.
Lainey shot him a cold look, then turned and walked straight into the arms of a powerful, aloof man, who stared down at Larry with pure contempt. "She's my wife now."
9.4
I was the eldest daughter of the powerful Kirk family, sent away to a Swiss sanatorium to recover from my supposed mental illness.
But my stepmother, Johnie, never intended for me to get better. She sent her personal cleaners to drag me onto a plane back to Washington D.C.
In my past life, I didn't know they were assassins. I was forcefully injected with heavy sedatives and locked in a secret torture chamber inside our luxury estate.
My stepmother and cousin skimmed my inheritance while watching me suffer.
They framed me as a crazy addict, and my own father, a sitting Senator, turned a blind eye to protect his political career.
"Her political value is gone, just get rid of her quietly."
That was the last thing I heard my father say before I was brutally slaughtered by my own family.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why they hated me so much.
Why did my father let them force those pills down my throat?
Why was my life worth less than my stepmother's public image?
Opening my eyes again, the freezing sensation of lake water filling my lungs vanished.
I was back in the VIP room of the St. Moritz Sanatorium in 2023.
It was the exact morning before the cleaners walked through my door with uncapped syringes.
This time, I wouldn't just survive. I was going to cut the throat of the Kirk family.
8.8
Alaia Dudley spent her life playing the devoted partner, completely unaware that her fiancé Austen was sleeping with another woman.
She thought the worst he could do was break her heart, until she found herself pinned to a cold operating table.
Austen held her down with a cruel smirk while a scalpel sliced through her sternum.
They cracked her chest open while she was still fully conscious.
The agonizing pain of her heart being cut out burned into her nerve endings.
She realized then that to him, she was never a lover—just a spare organ, a boring piece of wood to be discarded the second his true love needed it.
She died in excruciating agony, choking on her own blood while the man she loved walked away with her heart.
Until her last breath, she didn't understand why she had to suffer so brutally.
Why did she waste her life begging for a monster's attention? Why did they get a happy ending while she was carved up like an animal?
But then, ice-cold water flooded her lungs, and Alaia violently broke the surface of her bathwater.
Her trembling fingers touched her smooth, flawless chest. No scars. Her heart was still beating.
The date on her phone glared back at her: it was exactly five years ago.
Tonight was the exact night Austen first took his mistress to a hotel room.
This time, she wouldn't just expose them. She would use Wall Street's most terrifying tyrant as her personal weapon to strip them of everything they had.
8.7
On the day of our mating ceremony, I wore a beautiful white dress, waiting to become the Luna of the pack. To ensure my Fated Mate, Kade, loved me for my soul and not my rank, I had hidden my true Alpha nature and lived as a fragile Omega.
But instead of my groom, my best friend Selena walked into the room. She flashed a fresh silver rejection rune on her wrist, smiling as she told me the ceremony was canceled. Kade had chosen her, the daughter of a powerful Beta, to secure his Alpha transition.
When I rushed to his study in disbelief, the words I heard through the cracked door shattered my heart completely.
"She's just an Omega. Her value doesn't compare to the loyalty of Selena's father."
Kade laughed coldly with his friends, calling our sacred bond a leash. He even planned to keep me trapped in the packhouse as a docile, broken toy under his and Selena's rule.
Every whispered promise of love was just a lie built for power. My disguise to test his true heart became the very excuse he used to discard me like trash. How could the man who promised to cherish my soul be so utterly ruthless?
Wiping my tears, I kicked the door open and publicly initiated the impossible: I, the "weak Omega," formally rejected him. After smashing a whiskey bottle over his head, I walked straight into the territory of his most feared rival—his older brother, Rowan. This time, I would tear his world apart.
7.2
Aria Nightshade spent her entire life waiting for one thing: the moment her fated mate would claim her, making her Luna. But on the night of her bonding ceremony, Liam Draven rejects her in front of the entire pack-publicly, brutally, without hesitation. He chooses another woman. Leaves her shattered.
Humiliated beyond repair, Aria prepares to disappear into whatever's left of her dignity.
Then the Alpha King intervenes.
Kael Draven-feared, untouchable, a man who answers to no one-steps between them and claims her himself. Not out of mercy. Not out of love. For reasons he refuses to explain, he binds her to him with magic older than the packs themselves, then hauls her to his fortress and locks her in a tower.
Aria should be terrified.
Instead, she's angry. Defiant. And increasingly aware that the man holding her captive isn't quite what he seems.
Kael is cold, calculated, and obsessed with understanding what she is-a wolf who shouldn't have survived a bond rupture, who shouldn't be standing, who shouldn't exist. As he slowly reveals the truth about her past and her bloodline, Aria discovers that her rejection was never about her worth. It was about her power. The kind of power that could reshape the entire werewolf hierarchy.
But Liam can't accept his loss. Kael's protection becomes possession. And Aria's slow transformation from broken girl to something far more dangerous forces her to choose: remain the victim they all rejected, or rise as the Luna that will make them all bow.
Even if it means destroying everything-and everyone-she once cared about.
9.2
Chelsi was down to her last fourteen dollars. After a humiliating job rejection for being "too low-class," the threat of eviction forced her to try live-streaming. Terrified of her exhausted, tear-stained face, she cranked the AR beauty filter to the max, morphing into a bizarre plastic alien.
She was immediately dragged into a forced streaming battle with Kamron, the platform's most arrogant top streamer. Seeing her distorted filter, Kamron sneered, unleashing fifty thousand fans to flood her chat with toxic insults.
Kamron set a ruthless penalty for her inevitable loss.
"You're going to take a bar of soap, scrub your face completely clean, and shove your bare face right into the camera."
Desperate to keep the fifty dollars she had just earned for rent, Chelsi begged for a different punishment, but Kamron coldly refused. With her heart pounding, she walked to the freezing bathroom, her hands shaking as she scrubbed her skin raw, bracing for the cyberbullying.
She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling utterly humiliated by the cruelty of the internet. Why did she have to be stripped of her dignity just to survive? She clicked off the filter, waiting for the tidal wave of disgust to destroy her.
But the insults never came. The high-definition camera revealed a breathtakingly delicate, flawless face that no algorithm could ever replicate. The chat went dead silent, Kamron was so stunned he dropped a ten-thousand-dollar virtual yacht, and a silent war between two mysterious billionaires was about to begin.