Reborn: The Exiled Alpha's Queen

"Sister, please, you have to let us be together! Draconius has already claimed me completely. If I can't marry him now, how could I ever bond with another Alpha? My wolf would reject any other male." Rosalind deliberately pulled open her collar, revealing the fresh bite marks on her neck.

When I opened my eyes again, Rosalind was kneeling before Father and me with that tear-streaked face.

But I caught the same calculating gleam I'd seen in our past life when she'd lured me to my death.

In that moment, I knew she had been reborn too.

Moreover, this time, she was the one who received Draconius's mark before I could.

I dug my nails deep into my palm, using the pain to stay clear-headed.

"Rosalind... How could you do such a thing? Draconius is Evangeline's fiancé."

Father's voice carried helplessness. But I knew he was already swayed.

My father has always favored Rosalind—his legitimate daughter, a true princess.

Meanwhile, I, the illegitimate daughter born of a maid, can never seem to earn the same affection.

In his eyes, I could never measure up to her.

The pattern was all too familiar.

In my past life, Rosalind had claimed the Earth Wolf Clan's heir first, leaving me with no choice but to settle for Alpha Draconius of the Flame Wolf Clan.

And Father had praised her "strategic brilliance" while treating my arrangement as merely acceptable.

Two months after completing the marking ceremony with Draconius, I became pregnant.

Then I gave birth to our cubs—three little wolves with silver-white fur, the strongest of which inherited both my royal bloodline and Draconius's flame power.

As the first child to possess both 'Royal Blood and Alpha's Power,' he naturally became the true ruler of the Alliance, uniting human nobility with wolf supremacy in a way no predecessor had achieved.

Rosalind had been captivated by the Earth Wolf Clan's steady, dignified appearance and chose their Alpha heir, Terran.

But she didn't expect him to be a worthless facade—not only cowardly and incompetent, but secretly infected with the "Blood Moon Curse"—a curse spread through marking that would gradually cause wolves to lose their sanity and fertility.

Eventually, she became infected through him, rendering her infertile and mentally unstable, leading to her expulsion from the Earth Wolf Clan.

She blamed me for her misfortune, envying my perfect mate and healthy children.

One night, she lured me home under the pretense of "wanting to see me one last time," then used a forbidden moonlight ritual to tear apart the souls of me and my children.

In an instant, memories of my past life flashed like lightning—as the forbidden moonlight ritual tore my soul apart, Rosalind's maniacal laughter: "If I can't have happiness, neither can you!"

"Evangeline?" Father's voice pulled me back from my thoughts, "What are your thoughts on this matter?"

Looking at Rosalind, I felt hatred threatening to consume me entirely.

I wanted to rush forward and tear apart that hypocritical face, wanted to tell everyone her true nature. But reason firmly suppressed these impulses—

"Since Rosalind has already completed the marking with Draconius, I won't interfere with their mate choice."

Rosalind was taken aback by my effortless acquiescence, as her strained tears awkwardly lingered at the corners of her eyes.

"Really? Sister, are you truly willing to..."

"Yes." I interrupted her.

Father breathed a sigh of relief, "Rosalind, you should thank your sister. Evangeline's magnanimity has fulfilled your love."

"I will, I'll definitely thank sister properly!" Rosalind practically rushed out, eager to proclaim her victory.

Father stood for a moment, watching the door where his beloved daughter had just disappeared.

The moment the door closed behind her, the warmth drained from Father's face.

"Evangeline," Father's expression grew serious, "although you've lost the Flame Wolf Clan alliance, we still have other options. Alpha Glacius of the Frost Wolf Clan has just come of age, they control all trade in the northern territories and are incredibly powerful."

"No."

"I have already made my choice." I turned to Father, "I want to unite with Alpha Obsidian of the Shadow Wolf Clan."

Father's face instantly turned ashen, "Have you lost your mind? The Shadow Wolf Clan? Those banished lowest-tier races?"

The Shadow Wolf Clan was cast out by the four great clans centuries ago. They were stripped of all territorial rights and reduced to wandering the forgotten borderlands like common rogues.

No royal family had ever chosen to marry into the Shadow Wolf Clan. They had never been given the opportunity to prove themselves worthy of producing an Alliance ruler.

However, in my past life, when the forbidden moonlight ritual consumed me, I saw a pair of golden eyes—Obsidian's eyes.

They held none of the arrogance and coldness of other wolf clans, only pure pain and despair.

Obsidian had tried to save me, but was ultimately a step too late.