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My Second Chance: Gifting the Trash Alpha to My Sister

After being murdered by her jealous sister and losing her pup, Elara Ashford wakes up on the day of her mate selection ceremony. She realizes Rosalie has also regressed when her sister rushes to save Julian Sterling, the Sunfire Alpha heir Elara rescued in her past life. Elara willingly lets her sister take the future Luna position, knowing the brutal reality of bearing a pure-blood heir. While Rosalie chases status, Elara seeks a different path in this gripping werewolf adventure.
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Chapter 4

Rosalie stared intently at me in extreme fear. She was worried that I might agree to Julian's wishes.

Jacob was looking at me as well, his deep gaze filled with pleading.

Everyone was looking at me. I recalled the pain of carrying a pure-blood pup in my previous life, then thought about the time I spent with Jacob in the past few days. Jacob didn't seem anywhere near brutal like Rosalie claimed he was.

On the contrary, he was charming and kind, and he was especially attentive to me.

I could see that he wasn't faking it. I had been a Luna in my past life, so I was all too familiar with hypocrisy.

I bowed respectfully toward Julian. When I saw Rosalie's expression instantly turning sour, I was gleeful for a moment. "Thank you for your kindness. However, according to our pack's traditions, it's taboo for sisters to serve the same male. Moreover, Jacob has been very good to me. I believe he's not brutal at all."

Rosalie hastily added, "Oh, yes! Jacob has a huge build, so I assumed he'd be a brutal guy without thinking twice. It was my fault."

When Julian heard that, his expression grew slightly colder because of my rejection and Rosalie's words.

The Sunfire pack considered themselves to be of old noble heritage, and they were born arrogant. Despite being Julian's future Luna, Rosalie had said something quite inappropriate, so Julian felt ashamed of her.

Julian didn't say anything else. He simply ordered a subordinate to take out a moonstone necklace. When Rosalie saw the necklace set with the rare moonstone, her eyes lit up.

However, Julian walked right past her and said to me, "Clara, I respect your decision. This necklace is my wedding gift to you."

Rosalie hastily cut Julian off as she said anxiously, "Our pack and Jacob's will take care of Clara's wedding gift. You don't have to go to such lengths. Moreover, she's not joining some prestigious pack, so you don't really have to give her something so precious."

Julian's gaze turned a little colder. In my previous life, I had spent many years with Julian, so I knew his temper all too well.

Julian did not like being rejected. He also had no affection for petty females like Rosalie, nor did he approve of her looking down on me. This wasn't because he took a liking to my beauty, though. He just didn't like werewolves who disregarded their families.

Still, it was too late for regrets. Julian and Rosalie had already made a vow before the Moon Goddess to become mates. Rosalie hadn't committed any grave mistakes, so he couldn't just back out of it.

Ignoring Rosalie's glare, I accepted the necklace and said, "Thank you for the blessing. With your blessing, my bond with Jacob will definitely be made perfect."

Seeing my graceful behavior, Julian had a slightly disappointed look on his face as he left with Rosalie.

I could still hear Rosalie saying, "Don't be fooled by Clara's seductive appearance. She's obsessed with riches…"

I didn't have to look to know that Julian's expression was turning even darker.

We werewolves had always worn our hearts on our sleeves, and the same was true for Julian. He treated rules with utmost importance. If not, he wouldn't have asked to be mates with common females like me or Rosalie, who saved his life. However, he wouldn't allow anyone to doubt his judgment. Everything Rosalie said just now had pushed all the wrong buttons.

I smiled and looked at Jacob. While rubbing his hands, Jacob said in a gruff voice, "I'll be good to you, I swear."

Of course, I believed him. After spending time with him for the past few days, I had a deep understanding of him.

I wondered how he grew to dislike Rosalie in our past lives.

By the looks of it, only Rosalie herself knew the answer now. I was curious, but that had nothing to do with me anymore.

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