Rejected Luna's Dark Resurrection

Benicio’s expression flickered with surprise, quickly replaced by delight. He had no idea of the resolve and chill in my tone, mistaking my words for simple agreement with his wishes.

"Really, Martha? I’m thrilled! How about we get engaged tomorrow?" He jumped up with excitement, pulling me into a tight embrace as if trying to meld our bodies into one.

I let him hold me, a cold smile forming within, while outwardly maintaining a gentle demeanor. "Sure, tomorrow sounds perfect," I said softly, as if genuinely agreeing with him.

Overjoyed, he lifted me and spun around like a child with a shiny new toy. "Martha, you’re amazing! I love you! Let’s go try on some Victorian-style dresses this afternoon!" he exclaimed, his voice bubbling with excitement and joy.

I nodded, allowing him to carry me, all the while chuckling inwardly. Because, of course, if I strayed from the path set by my past life, how could my plans ever come to fruition? In this life, I was resolute that they would pay for their misdeeds with due consequences.

As soon as I stepped outside, I discreetly video-called Brynlee Anderson without Benicio noticing. As we spoke, I studied her expressions, searching for any hint of inner turmoil. "Brynlee, Beta Benicio and I are getting engaged tomorrow. Would you like to be my maid of honor?" I asked in a deliberately light and cheerful tone, keen to see her reaction.

Predictably, her face fell, displaying a mix of emotions—shock, embarrassment, jealousy—all crossing her features before being quickly masked by a pretense of concern for me. "Martha, isn’t it a bit sudden to get engaged so quickly? Don’t you think you should discuss it more? Maybe I should talk to Beta Benicio?"

Benicio, so familiar and intimate, made the corners of my mouth curl into a cold smile. How naive I had been in my previous life, unable to see through such two-faced duplicity. I hadn’t even doubted it when Beta Benicio claimed he’d been driving drunk and hit someone, instantly offering to take the fall for him. It wasn’t until I was at death’s door that I realized it was my dear friend for whom I was taking the blame.

"No need, Brynlee. Beta Benicio’s barely containing his excitement. Come over now and help me decide which Victorian-style dress looks best. I’ll send you the location via WhatsApp."

With that, I ended the call abruptly, my thoughts darkening. Judging by her reaction, it seemed Beta Benicio hadn’t told her about the vile deeds he did to me in our past life—not that he would. To him, Brynlee was the moon in the sky; he could never bear to let her see the shadows.

As I waited for Brynlee to arrive, I couldn’t help but notice the subtle tension in the air. Beta Benicio’s aura, usually commanding and dominant, now felt almost suffocating as he hovered around me, his excitement palpable. His broad shoulders and towering frame, typical of a high-ranking werewolf, seemed to fill the room, his presence impossible to ignore.

But I wasn’t intimidated. Not this time. My wolf stirred within me, a quiet but steady reminder of the strength I had always possessed, even as an Omega. I wasn’t just Martha, the lowly Omega who had been wronged. I was Martha, the one who would bring justice to the Silver Moon Pack, no matter how high the ranks of those who stood against me.