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Everyone in the capital knew that Caleb Warren, heir to the Westmoor Pack, treasured me more than his own life. He had crossed the territories of three different packs just to bring me a protective pendant from the Moon Goddess Sanctuary. When we were attacked by rogue wolves outside the city, he took a silver blade for me and nearly died. That was before the Pack Healer confirmed I was pregnant. I was overjoyed. All I wanted was for Caleb to finish his patrol and come home. Instead, what came was news of the death of my distant cousin, Celine Donovan, who had been staying with my parents. She left behind a bloodstained suicide note. From that moment on, Caleb was convinced he’d chosen the wrong woman from the very beginning. The more he had loved me, the more he hated me now. He used his authority as acting Alpha to exact his revenge on my parents and my brother. They lost their jobs, their home, and the Pack’s protection, forcibly relocated to the borderlands. I miscarried because of it and nearly died. Caleb stood outside the glass partition of the medical room, refusing to come in or even look at me. His voice was ice. “This is what you owed her. A life for a life. It’s fair.” When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day Caleb first came to our door. This time, the person he asked for by name was Celine. I lowered my eyes. He’d come back, too. … After explaining his purpose, Caleb stood in the middle of our living room, his expression detached. My father, Owen, was only a low-ranking auditor on the Royal Council. Though we were official members of the Westmoor Pack, our family held no leadership position within it. Caleb, on the other hand, was the only son of the late Alpha and the heir apparent, already carrying out most of the Alpha’s duties. My mother, Laura, refused to let this chance slip by. She warmly invited Caleb to sit before pulling me in front of him. “You’re looking for the Miss Donovan who took shelter from the rain at the Lake Aurelia marina on Founding Day, correct? That would be my daughter, Willa.” “Willa graduated from the Royal Academy. She’s excellent at both painting and piano. As for her character and appearance, she’s simply outstanding among girls her age…” My mother said the exact same things she had in my previous life. She had always hoped I would marry well. Now that the future Alpha of Westmoor had come to our home in person, of course she wasn’t about to let the opportunity pass. The difference was, Caleb’s face didn’t light up at the sight of me the way it had before. He looked at me with a half-smile, his gaze as sharp as a blade. “I came for the pearl that was hidden away, not for an imposter.” My parents were there, my brother, several household staff. He humiliated me in front of them all, leaving me with no dignity. Swallowing my embarrassment, I tugged lightly on my mother’s sleeve. “Stop. Let Celine come downstairs.” When Celine came down, she wore a dress faded from too many washings. Her face was pale and delicate, her expression timid. Finally, Caleb smiled. “Celine. I found you.” Across the chasm of two lifetimes, I saw her face clearly for the first time. In my previous life, when Caleb came to my parents’ house, he’d really come to ask my mother what I’d been craving lately. I’d had no appetite for a while, and he planned to bring several chefs from the capital to the Alpha Residence just so I might eat a little more. No one had expected the seemingly fragile Celine to suddenly rush out and slit her own throat with a silver knife right in front of him. Silver suppressed a werewolf’s healing ability. The Healer couldn’t save her. She left Caleb a suicide note. In the note, she wrote that on Founding Day night, she had boarded Caleb’s private yacht by mistake while trying to escape the storm. The power at the marina had failed, leaving the cabin dark, and the smell of rain and engine fuel had hidden her scent. He hadn’t seen her face clearly. He had only heard her voice as she spoke of being ostracized by her relatives for years. She also wrote that her mother had been gravely ill, yet the Donovan family had given them only the bare minimum of food and medicine. She claimed I had stolen her identity and that our family had driven her to her death. After Caleb returned to the Alpha Residence, he crumpled the bloodstained letter in his hand and slammed me against the wall. “Willa, you lied to me!” Pain shot through my back as I instinctively protected my stomach. I didn’t understand why he’d flown into such a sudden rage, so all I could do was fall back on our old dynamic. “You’re hurting me.” He threw the letter in my face. “The woman I wanted to marry was never you!” My mind went blank. “Celine? I barely see her once a year. How could I have bullied her for years?” “I didn’t lie to you. I really did go to Lake Aurelia on Founding Day, but—” Caleb didn’t let me explain. He wrapped his hand around my throat, his eyes red with fury. “You’re lying again. Even now, you still think you can fool me!” The man who once ached at the sight of a single tear on my face truly wanted to kill me that day. No matter how I cried or begged, he never loosened his grip. The memory sent a chill through my chest, and I took an involuntary step back. Caleb noticed. He let out a cold laugh, his certainty of my guilt hardening his features. But I really hadn’t lied. My father’s position wasn’t high, but my grandfather had left behind some private assets. Over the years, distant relatives in difficult circumstances often came to us for help. Celine and her mother came from the remote southern part of Westmoor. After her father died, her mother brought her to the capital. My father let them stay in the guest apartment behind our house, gave them a monthly stipend, and always paid for her mother’s medical treatments. Beyond that, we had very little contact. I had only met Celine a few times. I knew nothing about her encounter with Caleb on the yacht. Celine stopped in front of Caleb and greeted him softly. Her clothes were worn, and she wore no expensive jewelry, as if to prove the Donovans had mistreated her. Caleb looked down at her. “Don’t worry. From now on, I won’t let anyone bully you again.” A faint blush rose in Celine’s cheeks, and she smiled softly. “Alright. I believe you.” As I looked at the two of them standing together, I suddenly understood why Caleb had come back. Maybe fate had rewound everything for one reason only: to separate the wrong people and bring the ones who truly loved each other together.Caleb kept his word. He demanded my parents file paperwork with the Pack registry, changing Celine’s status from a temporary dependent to a protected daughter of the Donovan family. When she married, my mother would be required to provide a dowry as her guardian, and my brother, Noah, would have to attend her wedding as family. He also insisted my parents give Celine the master suite and that she receive the exact same treatment I did. Celine glanced at me and said softly, “Wouldn’t that be inappropriate? Willa has lived in that suite for over ten years. How can I make her move out?” Caleb smiled. “What are you afraid of?” “This is a protective arrangement I’m making as acting Alpha of Westmoor. If anyone objects, they can bring it to me directly.” He wrapped an overreaching personal demand in the language of Alpha protection. My parents didn’t dare offend him, and they still held out hope for a connection, so of course they didn’t refuse. I didn’t argue. I just had someone help me pack and moved into a small room downstairs that same day. That night, before I could say anything, my mother’s eyes were already red with fury. “Caleb has gone too far. This is our home, and now he’s even dictating your bedroom!” My father sighed. “I never imagined he’d choose a girl from the backcountry over Willa.” After listening for a while, Noah said seriously, “But Willa was never the one he was looking for in the first place.” He looked at me. “Don’t be upset. I’ll work hard to get into the Royal Guard. Once I have a stable future, I’ll make sure to introduce you to someone who truly respects you.” I smiled at him. My mother shot him a glare. “What do you know? Celine and her mother have lived under our roof and eaten our food for years. Her mother’s treatments cost a fortune every month. This opportunity should have gone to Willa as fair repayment.” I let out a quiet sigh. “Whatever you do, don’t try to play games with Caleb anymore.” “Father, Mother, he’s a madman who’ll destroy anyone who gets in his way once he loses control. The farther away we stay from him, the better.” On Founding Day in my previous life, I really had gone to the Lake Aurelia celebration, but I had never boarded Caleb’s yacht. My mother had worked on me for a long time, lying that Caleb must have noticed me at the celebration and had come to pursue me. I’d truly believed I was the one he wanted. After the truth came out, I dragged my weakening body to intercept Caleb again and again, trying to explain. He would only look at me with cold detachment. “You think I’d believe that?” “So what—you’re saying Celine used her own life to frame you?” “She’s already dead, and you still want to smear her name.” Like a fool, I took his hand, trying to place it on my stomach, over our child. “If you don’t want me anymore, do you not want our child, either?” Caleb laughed mockingly. “I’d much rather the future bloodline of Westmoor carry none of your filthy blood.” To avenge Celine, he was going to destroy my entire family. He revoked my phone and vehicle privileges, locked me in the most remote guest wing of the Alpha Residence, and severed my connection to the Pack mindlink. I ended up living the life he imagined Celine must have lived. There wasn’t enough food. The heat barely worked. No one took care of me, and I had to wash my own clothes. During the coldest part of winter, the skin on my hands cracked and bled. Caleb came by occasionally. He would stand in the doorway and carve my heart open with one cruel line after another. He held a public memorial for Celine in the Donovan family’s private garden, forced my parents to sign an apology statement in front of a live Pack broadcast, and ordered Noah to carry her coffin himself. My family had supported Celine and her mother for years, only to be forced to confess to being the murderers who drove her to her death. It was the most complete humiliation a family could suffer. The look I gave Caleb then must have been pure hatred. Because the smile on his face froze. Later, perhaps he had finally vented enough, he let me out of the remote guest quarters. But by then I could barely eat, and I no longer wanted to say a single word to him. So Caleb used my family to threaten me. My silence seemed to infuriate him. He raised a hand and covered my eyes. “Willa, who gave you permission to look at me like that?” For the first time, I called him by his name. “Caleb, let’s end this.” His hand stiffened, and then he flew into a rage. “You want to leave me? Never.” I said slowly, “You feel sick just touching me now, don’t you? The truth is, so do I.” “Believe me or don’t, I never lied to you. When you first came to me, I was already planning to date someone else. If I’d never met you, I still could have lived just fine.” Caleb crushed his mouth to mine, stopping me from saying another word. The veins at his temple throbbed with anger, his fingers clamped hard around my wrist. “You’re not getting rid of me.” “You’re going to stay by my side forever and atone for Celine.” I closed my eyes wearily. In the end, Caleb buried Celine in the Warren family’s private memorial garden. The double grave plot she was laid in had originally been reserved by Caleb for me and him. That was fine. I had no desire to lie beside him in death, either.After that argument, Caleb rarely returned to the Alpha Residence. His mother, Miriam, had once been Westmoor’s Luna. She blamed me for failing to give Caleb peace of mind and, little by little, lost all patience with me. The Residence staff understood her attitude and became increasingly perfunctory in their duties toward me. When I was five months pregnant, I overheard two caregivers talking. That was when I learned Caleb had investigated every account my father had ever handled, found a reporting error that could have been corrected internally, and then used his influence on the Pack Council to classify it as gross negligence. My father was dismissed from the Royal Council, and both his private accounts and our home were frozen. Then, under the pretext of a “security risk,” Caleb revoked my family’s right to reside in Westmoor’s core territory. Based on the materials he submitted, the Royal Council transferred my parents and Noah to a border service zone more than a thousand kilometers from the capital. Ignoring everyone who tried to stop me, I burst into Caleb’s office at Pack headquarters. “Will you only be satisfied once you’ve driven my parents to their deaths?” Caleb slammed his stylus down on the desk. “Who told you?” My tears wouldn’t stop. “I’m begging you. Please, let them go.” “I was wrong. I’ll atone.” “I can spend the rest of my life as a volunteer at the Moon Goddess Sanctuary. I can even pay Celine back with my own life. Just please, don’t hurt my parents and my brother…” Caleb’s face darkened. He pressed the intercom. “Take her back to the Residence. She is not to leave again without my permission.” Two Pack Guards seized my arms. My wolf was too weak from the baby and long-term hunger to break free. They forced me into a car and sent me back to that freezing room. That night, I began to bleed heavily. The baby couldn’t be saved. One caregiver said regretfully, “He was already formed. A little boy.” Another asked anxiously, “She won’t stop bleeding. Should we contact Caleb, or transfer her to the Royal Hospital?” The older supervisor answered coldly, “The medical alert was sent to the main house ages ago. If he cared, he’d already be here. Don’t disturb him over a discarded woman.” “Turn the baby over to medical disposal. Don’t leave us with any trouble.” I was nearly unconscious from the pain, but I heard every word. It felt as though a lump of blood had lodged in my chest, impossible to spit out, impossible to swallow. I regretted everything. And I hated him so much. The Residence Healer worked through the night to stop the bleeding, bringing in blood and medication from the Royal Hospital. My life was barely saved. I didn’t know how much time passed before I regained consciousness. The automatic door outside the medical room gave a soft click. I opened my dry eyes. “Caleb?” The person outside the glass partition stopped. His voice was stiff and cold. “I kept it from you to protect your health.” “You were the one who had to make a scene.” “This is what you owed Celine. A life for a life. It’s fair.” I asked, “Then have I paid my debt?” Caleb was silent for a long time. I lowered my voice to a whisper. “Won’t you come in and look at me?” Another suffocating stretch of silence followed. Just when I thought he had already left, the lock clicked. Caleb finally came in and sat beside the bed. The smell of blood still lingered in the air. It was as if he only then saw my deathly pale face clearly. Shock flashed through his eyes. “How could you…” I struggled upright, using the last of my strength. “You’ve collected your debt.” “Now it’s my turn to collect for my child.” I grabbed a metal fixation pin from the treatment tray and drove it straight into his chest. Caleb let out a muffled groan, his eyes widening in disbelief. I had aimed for his heart. But I was too weak, and the pin wasn’t sharp enough. It veered off by a few centimeters and failed to kill him. When Miriam learned I had wounded Caleb, she was furious. She had me moved to the underground isolation prayer room beneath the Alpha Residence, revoked my door and communication privileges, and stationed Pack Guards outside around the clock. There were no windows there, no sunlight. Every day I sat before the Moon Goddess statue, praying for my parents and brother far away on the border. And writing letter after letter to the child who had never been born. Caleb never came again. Or rather, he didn’t dare. Because if I ever saw him again, I would still want to kill him. The miscarriage and long-term imprisonment ruined my body completely. Even a werewolf’s powerful healing couldn’t repair the day-by-day collapse. I didn’t survive many more years. Just before I died, I vaguely saw someone stumble into the prayer room. Warm tears fell onto my face, one drop after another. Unfortunately, I no longer had the strength to lift my hand and kill him.

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