A Mindless Wreck's Second Chance
At the "Alpha Trials" celebration party, Rosalie Hale, the prized daughter of the Silvermoon Pack's Alpha, strode toward me before the entire pack, her eyes blazing with possessiveness. I turned my back on her without a second thought.
I was a candidate from the Ashton clan, a pure-blooded descendant handpicked from a declining family to strengthen the next generation’s bloodline.
In a few days, the final duel of the "Alpha Trials" would determine who would become her mate.
For three consecutive years, I had ranked first in the trials.
In my previous life, I won the final duel. I was set to have my bonding ceremony with Rosalie, becoming the envy of the pack—the mate to the daughter of our most powerful Alpha.
But on the day of our bonding ceremony, her first love, Tristan Vaughn, pierced his own heart with a ceremonial silver blade. I was framed for his death.
Rosalie had the best healer repair the wound on his chest, preserved his wolf fang, and clutched that fang every night as she slept.
On our honeymoon, she brought Tristan's fang with her, then kissed it right in front of me, inhaling his lingering scent.
The moment I called her out, her face twisted in disgust.
"The Silvermoon Pack raised you for twelve years. You knew Tristan and I were in love, so why couldn't you let him win just once? You've been number one for twelve years straight. What would one loss have cost you? You destroyed his future. You destroyed our love. You deserve to die."
She forced a corrosive mixture of wolfsbane and silver dust down my throat, turning me into a mindless wreck.
I couldn't recognize my own parents. I couldn't control my wolf. I died in endless agony.
...
Then, I opened my eyes. I was back. It was the morning of the final duel of the "Alpha Trials."
Last time, my strength had completely overwhelmed Tristan. This time, I deliberately showed a weakness. Let him be the victor. Let him become her mate.
I wished them an eternity together—a true testament to their great love.