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My prophetic visions had made my mate, Alpha Alexander, a king. But on the very day of his coronation, he drove a silver dagger through my heart. He killed me. All because his first love, Victoria, had been exiled—and she died after trying to poison me. The world shattered as the blade pierced my chest. The last thing I saw was Alexander’s triumphant, hate-filled glare. I gasped. My eyes flew open. My breath came in ragged, painful pulls. There was no burning agony. No warm blood soaking my skin. Instead, the air was heavy with the scent of sacred smoke and pine resin, drifting from the flames atop the Lunar Altar. This wasn’t the silence of death. It was the low, rhythmic chanting of the gathered packs. All around me. “Oracle Stella, please choose your mate.” The Elder’s voice, weathered by time, echoed through the clearing. It was the same voice from that night eight years ago. My hands shook as I looked down at them. Smooth. Unmarked. I was eighteen again. The Choosing Ceremony. A second chance. I was reborn. Memories crashed over me like a tidal wave, pulling me into a whirlpool of pain and bitterness. The Great War between the Northern Territories and the Southern Clans had begun. My gift of prophecy forced me into the role of Oracle—the supposed hope for the North’s future. The Elders commanded me to select a mate from the strongest Alphas of the great packs. This mate would be my partner. With my visions to guide him, he would lead the North to victory. And I—young and foolish—had chosen Alexander. I was captivated by how he’d appeared like a savior, rescuing me from a rogue beast when I was just a scared girl. I mistook the strange, undeniable pull between us for fate. I gave him everything. My loyalty. My body. The precious power of my prophecies, which drained my wolf spirit with every use. But I was blind. I didn’t see the longing in his eyes when he looked at Victoria, his childhood Beta. After Alexander and I bonded, Victoria’s jealousy festered like a poison. She humiliated me publicly. Shamed me constantly. Finally, she tried to poison me. When the Elders banished her for her crimes, and the Crimson Fang Pack tore her apart, Alexander held me close. He whispered, “She brought this on herself. It has nothing to do with you.” I believed him. I kept pouring my prophecies into him, burning my spirit to help him win every battle. Until he stood at the peak of power. Crowned King of the North. Then, in what should have been my moment of triumph, he plunged that silver blade deep into my heart. “If it weren’t for you, Victoria would never have been consumed by jealousy! She wouldn’t have died!” His voice was colder than the metal. “You have the gift of prophecy. Why didn’t you save her? You’re useless to me now. Go die.” The agony of a shattered heart. The icy sting of betrayal. It all felt as fresh as if it had just happened. “Oracle, please place a drop of your blood on the token of your chosen.” The Elder’s voice dragged me back. He offered a slender silver needle. I forced myself away from the memories. My gaze swept over the altar, where a collection of daggers lay. Each represented one of the North’s mightiest Alphas. Alexander’s dagger glittered with gold and jewels, flashing arrogantly in the firelight. Just like him—all show, no substance. My eyes deliberately moved past it. They settled on a forgotten corner of the altar. There lay a dagger carved from deep black obsidian. Its hilt was rough, unadorned. It emanated a raw, untamed wildness. It belonged to Sebastian, Alpha of the Nightshade Forest. The cursed Alpha. Legends said his bloodline was tainted by dark magic. Any mate who bonded with him would feel their gifts and wolf spirit slowly wither. They would become an empty shell. Choosing him meant a slow, agonizing death. In my past life, I would have recoiled from that ominous blade. Now, a cold, sharp smile touched my lips. Turning my back to the Elders, I pricked my finger without hesitation. A single drop of crimson fell. It landed perfectly on the night-black obsidian hilt. A ghostly violet light pulsed from the dagger, instantly absorbing my blood. The choice was sealed. By tradition, the Moon Goddess herself would reveal the final bond in three days, under the full moon. The ceremony ended. As I turned to leave, Alexander stepped onto the path, blocking my way. “Stella.” “We need to talk.” His voice dripped with smug certainty, as if he expected me to beg. “We have nothing to discuss,” I said flatly, trying to step around him. His hand shot out, gripping my arm so tightly I thought the bone might crack. He slammed me against a tree. His hot breath brushed my face. “Listen. I know you chose me. Who else in the entire North could you possibly pick? But you better remember this…” I stared at him, my expression icy. He looked like a pathetic fool. “Even after we bond, my heart belongs to Victoria,” Alexander said, his eyes cold and warning. “So forget any stupid ideas. Don’t even think about taking what’s hers. And don’t you dare use your ‘Oracle’ rank on my mate. Understood?” That was strange. I didn’t remember him saying anything like this before my choice in my past life. I pushed the confusion aside. “I understand,” I said, nodding obediently. “What you’re worried about will never happen.” My calm composure seemed to unsettle him. A flicker of uncertainty crossed his face. “You’re… different tonight.” “Am I?” I offered a slight, knowing smile. “Maybe I’ve grown up. Seen things more clearly.” He studied me for another moment, then finally released me. “Just remember your place, Stella. Don’t cause me any trouble.” “Of course,” I said smoothly. I turned and walked away, leaving him and his inflated ego behind. Under the pale moonlight, I could barely hide my satisfaction. Oh, Alexander. You have no idea. I’ve already erased you from my life. In three days, in front of every pack, I will shatter your arrogant pride into dust. This time, without my prophecies to guide you, let’s see how you survive the war. Chapter 2 "Well, well. Look who decided to grace us with her presence. Our future Oracle." Victoria's voice, sharp and dripping with mockery, sliced through the air of the training grounds. Every wolf in the middle of sparring froze. Dozens of pairs of eyes locked onto me. Curiosity flickered in some. A flicker of respect in others. But most burned with open, undisguised hostility. "What's the matter, Your Holiness?" Victoria sneered, twirling her training sword. "Worried a lowly Beta like me might leave a mark on that perfect skin?" She took a step closer, her grin widening. "Or is the great Oracle only good for hiding in her tower and whispering to the moon?" A wave of muffled laughter rippled through the watching pack. "I'm not here to fight," I stated, my voice level. "Of course you're not!" Victoria's laugh was a harsh, grating sound. "What could a fragile Omega who can't even hold her shift possibly do? Besides mumble vague warnings about the future?" Each word was a carefully aimed barb. Each one struck a nerve I once would have tried to hide. In my past life, I would have swallowed the insult. I would have stood there, silently bleeding, foolishly waiting for Alexander to ride in like some knight and defend my honor. But that girl died in the ashes of betrayal. The woman standing here now knows a fundamental truth. Respect isn't given. It's taken. "I said I'm not fighting." I turned to leave. She wasn't worth my time. "Don't run away, Oracle," Victoria taunted, falling into step beside me. "At least let the pack see the legendary power they're supposed to bow to..." She moved too close. Her shoulder brushed against mine with deliberate force. Just as I was about to push past her, she let out a sharp, theatrical gasp. She threw herself backward with exaggerated flair. CRASH! Her body slammed into a nearby rack of training weapons. Wood splintered. Swords and shields clattered to the ground in a deafening cacophony. "Ah!" Victoria cried out, clutching her shoulder. Her face instantly contorted in a mask of pain. Fake tears sprang to her eyes. "She attacked me! Stella is jealous! She used her cursed magic on me!" I didn't even look at her. "What is the meaning of this?!" Alexander's voice, thick with authority, boomed across the grounds. He shoved his way through the crowd. His eyes blazed with fury the moment they landed on Victoria, "writhing" on the dirt. His expression twisted into one of profound hurt. "Stella! What have you done to her?!" His accusation was a whip-crack, sharp and final. He didn't wait for an answer. He rushed to Victoria's side, gathering her into his arms. "I did nothing," I said, my voice quiet but clear. "You're lying!" Victoria sobbed, burying her face in Alexander's chest. A trembling finger pointed at me. "She's jealous of your love for me! She tried to hurt me because of it!" Alexander's gaze snapped to me. It was cold. Hard. Filled with utter disgust and disappointment. "Would the Oracle truly attack a member of her own pack? Stella, you have disappointed me beyond measure." The whispers around us erupted. They grew louder. Bolder. "How could the Oracle do such a thing?" "Power corrupts, even the chosen." That was enough. The girl who endured in silence was gone. Burned away. Standing here now was a woman forged in the fires of betrayal. A revenant who had clawed her way back from the abyss. Slowly, I raised my hand. My fingertips brushed my temple. Power, ancient and deep, surged within my veins. "You wish to see my power?" My voice was low. Calm. It carried a chill that silenced the whispers. "Then... you shall have your wish." The gift of foresight, my birthright, stirred from its slumber. This time, I did not merely glimpse a future. I crafted one. I wove her deepest, most secret terror into a tapestry of pure nightmare. I pushed it directly into the fabric of her mind. She was no longer on the training grounds. She was lying in a cold, muddy ditch. The coppery scent of her own blood filled her nostrils. Her chest was a ruin of torn flesh and splintered bone, ripped open by the massive claws of the Crimson Fang Alpha. Her warm entrails spilled onto the frozen earth beneath her. She could feel the life draining from her, second by agonizing second. Then, the monstrous wolf lowered its head. Its jaws, dripping with saliva, opened wide. Sharp, yellowed teeth sank deep into the soft flesh of her throat. I made her live it. I made her feel every second of her own gruesome death. "AHHHHHH-!!!" Victoria's scream was a raw, animal thing of pure terror. She tore herself from Alexander's embrace. She scrambled backward in the dirt, her hands clawing at her own neck. Her eyes were wide, unseeing, lost in the horror only she could witness. "No... please... don't kill me... the blood... it hurts... someone... help me!" she shrieked, her body convulsing. The mental link between Alpha and Beta, though not fully engaged, was a conduit. Her agony. The horrific images. The crushing despair of death. It all crashed into Alexander's mind like a tsunami. His face went deathly pale. His body began to tremble violently. "Stop it!" he roared, his hands flying to his head. He sank to his knees, a guttural, wounded sound tearing from his throat. "Stella, I command you... STOP THIS!" The training grounds fell into a dead, absolute silence. Every wolf stood paralyzed, horrified by the grotesque spectacle before them. The mighty Alpha Alexander was on his knees, begging. His cherished Victoria was broken, twitching in the dirt like a crushed bug. I slowly lowered my hand. A wave of dizziness washed over me. My wolf spirit throbbed with a deep, aching pain. This was the price for wielding my gift with such brutal force. I looked down, my gaze cold and detached, at the two figures trembling on the ground. "In the presence of my power," my voice rang out, clear and cutting in the silence, "you would do well to remember your place." Chapter 3 Back in the quiet of my room, the strain of forcing the vision hit me hard. My wolf felt torn, a deep ache that left my whole body weak. As an Omega, I was already fragile. Every powerful prophecy I called forth seemed to eat away at my life force. That was why, in my past life, I had been so careful—only using my gift at the war's most desperate moments. But today on the training grounds, I lost control. Old humiliations and pain surged up. Alexander was always like that—arriving late, after I'd been hurt, only to blame me for not being "gracious" enough. Even our first meeting was a lie, a cruel story to hide the truth. I remembered that night, dying, tears on my face as I called his name. Why? I had given him a crown. He gave me a blade. He looked down, his eyes cold. "Because you were foolish enough to believe," he had whispered, his voice full of scorn. Then, a familiar scent clung to his clothes—herbs. The same sharp smell the bear had carried. It all made sense then. Alexander didn't save me. He set the trap. He drugged the beast with a forbidden rage potion. Then he "arrived" just in time to play the hero. And I, young and trusting, fell for his act of bravery. How pathetic. I needed air, to escape these crushing thoughts. The Moonwell Spring was my sanctuary. Its waters, blessed by the Moon Goddess, always soothed my wolf's spirit. I knelt by the water, ready to wash the day away. But then I saw them. Behind a thick cluster of night-blooming flowers, two figures were locked together—Alexander and Victoria. They weren't just kissing. It was a hungry, desperate clash that turned my stomach. I turned to leave, but their voices stopped me. Harsh, cutting words. "Are you sure she's still the same little fool who worships you?" Victoria's voice shook. "Today... she was different. Like a monster." I masked my scent instantly, slipping behind a large rock near the waterfall. My heart hammered. "Of course she is," Alexander replied, arrogance dripping from his tone. "It's a classic game. Playing hard to get." "But her prophecy..." Victoria wavered. "It felt so real. I felt myself die..." "That power is precisely why I need her," Alexander sneered, cold and calculating. "The Crimson Fang Pack's main assault is coming. Without her visions to guide us, we're blind." A chill froze my blood. He only wanted to use me. "Alexander, I'm scared," Victoria admitted, her voice small. "What if she really did see my fate..." "What she saw was real," Alexander interrupted, his voice dropping to a strange, low pitch. "And here's a secret for you—I was reborn. I've lived this life before." The world tilted. My breath caught. He was reborn too? "In my last life, you died on the road to exile," Alexander said, almost tenderly. "I swore vengeance on the world. I used Stella's prophecies to slaughter the entire Crimson Fang Pack, and then..." He paused, savoring it. "And then, I drove that silver blade through her heart myself. A fitting tribute to my lost love." My hand flew to my mouth. He had returned. "I was reborn to change your fate, Victoria," Alexander continued, steady. "And Stella—she's destined to be my most useful tool once more." "But the way she acted today..." Victoria hesitated. "She's still obsessed with me. That will never change," Alexander said with a confident laugh. "Didn't you see how she watched me at the ceremony? Right now, she's probably dizzy with hope, waiting for me to claim her." They both thought I had chosen Alexander. The irony was a poison. "I promise you, Victoria," Alexander's voice turned deadly serious, "once I use her power to unite all the packs and crown myself the true Alpha King, she'll be worthless. And then..." "And then what?" Victoria pressed, eager. Alexander's tone twisted into something cruel, merciless. "I will break her gift myself. I will take her eyes. I will leave her a shattered, useless creature—clinging to me in the dark. And you, my love, will be the only Queen at my side." Continue reading👉👉

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