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The Alpha's Betrayal: A Luna's Second Chance at Vengeance
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The Alpha's Betrayal: A Luna's Second Chance at Vengeance

After we finalized the marking ceremony, sealing our mate bond, my mate, Chance Edwards, disappeared for a whole month. When he eventually reappeared, he was with Saoirse Hoffman, his arm casually draped around her shoulders. His voice was cold, his alpha tone sharp and commanding: "I, Chance Edwards, reject you, Tessa Kelley, as my mate. Saoirse is pregnant and needs this house more than you do." In my previous life, I had immediately reported their affair to Uncle Joseph, the Gamma at the pack’s training grounds. Shortly after, my mother, the Luna of our pack, exiled Saoirse from our territory. Unable to cope with the scandal, Saoirse took her own life in the forest. Chance returned to the pack after a brief suspension, never mentioning Saoirse again, and even proposed we hold a formal Luna ceremony. What I hadn’t foreseen was that after the celebration, Chance pretended to be drunk, locked me in a room, and left me at the mercy of his warriors until I died. Then, after my death, Chance heartlessly cut our unborn pup from my womb and drowned my family in a well. "For you, Saoirse, I'll ensure they all join you and our pup in the afterlife!" When I awoke, I found myself back at the pivotal moment when he asked me to relinquish my housing allocation to teach in West Town.
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Chapter 2

“Tessa Kelley! What on earth did you just say? Would you dare repeat that?” Chance Edwards’ voice boomed, his alpha tone lashing out like a whip, the weight of his authority pressing down on me.

Saoirse Hoffman stepped forward, her delicate hands resting on Chance’s arm, her scent—vanilla and something sickly sweet—filling the space between us. “Alpha Chance, I’m sure you’re mistaken. Tessa wouldn’t leave you; she’s not like that.”

Chance’s shoulders relaxed slightly, but his gaze remained cold, his amber eyes flickering with disdain. “I’ll be staying with Saoirse for a few days. I’ll come back when you’re ready to talk.”

I said nothing, my wolf whimpering softly in the back of my mind as I watched them leave. As soon as they were gone, I began packing, my movements sharp and decisive. I contacted the landlord and canceled the lease, my mind already racing ahead to what I needed to do next.

Standing at my parents’ front door, a wave of nostalgia hit me hard, making my nose tingle. Since I mated with Chance, I had hardly reached out to them, too caught up in the illusion of our bond. Yet they continued to support me from afar, even at the risk of their own lives. As I approached the door, I heard a familiar voice.

“I’ve told you countless times, dress warmly to avoid catching a cold. You’re not a pup anymore,” my father’s voice was a mix of exasperation and affection, his deep timbre soothing the ache in my chest.

“Tessa loves fish more than anything. I’ll run to the market to get some for her,” my father’s loving tone continued, and I could almost see the soft smile on his face.

I blinked hard, yet the swelling sadness in my heart couldn’t be stifled. From the moment my father met Chance, he was against our union. He had even locked me in my room to keep us apart. In the end, I climbed over the wall and ran away, taking the family register to mate with Chance, even swearing I would cut ties with my parents.

Before I mated with Chance, my father had given me most of the family assets, hoping only for my happiness. In my past life, when Chance locked me in a room to be tormented, I heard my father pounding on the door outside, my mother crying and begging Chance to let me go. But he drowned them both, right in front of my eyes.

The guilt overwhelmed me. I had no right to call myself their daughter.

I turned away quickly, leaving, only to see a few familiar faces at the corner café. I smirked, ready to walk past quickly, when someone called out to me:

“Hey, isn’t that Tessa!”

“Have you eaten, Tessa? Since you’re here, why not pick up our tab?”

Laughter erupted from the tables nearby. I tried to ignore it, but then I saw Chance pull out a checkbook, his expression smug.

“Stingy woman. Here, today’s on me, let’s drink till we drop!” Chance beckoned me over with a frown, his alpha tone sharp and commanding.

“Why are you just standing there? Go to the kitchen and bring out the food, pour drinks for the guys. Can’t you see what needs to be done?”

Seeing the checkbook in his hand, anger surged through me. It contained all my savings; I couldn’t let Chance waste my money on his whims. With that thought, I turned decisively and headed straight into the smoky kitchen, my wolf growling softly in agreement.

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