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Three years after I left, my parents finally called me home. Not because they missed me. Because they feared Brandon still love me, feared I might still threaten my sister's status as Luna.so they wanted to marry me to coldest, most ruthless Alpha. I thought Alpha Vincent hated me. But after we met again, I learned the truth. His cold-blood and cruel are witch's curses. And I—his fated Luna—am his only cure. On the night of my engagement, I pushed open the door and found my Alpha heir fiancé in a compromising scene with my disoriented sister. Afterward, my parents tried to convince me to give the marriage to her. I asked my childhood sweetheart only one question. "Were you clear-headed?" He remained silent for a long time. "Yes. Don't blame her." In that exact moment, I knew he had been reborn too. In our past life, he always believed I erased that message, causing him to miss Emily's plea for help. But in this life, the message was not erased. He saw her plea with perfect clarity, yet he still ran straight to her. He was not tricked, nor did he lose control. He simply chose her all over again. I nodded. My sister got her wish and married him. The day they signed their mate contract before the Council, I packed my bags and flew overseas. During my three years overseas, my sister filled her Instagram feed with daily updates of her married life. Sometimes it was a cup of warm milk left on her nightstand, and other times it was a picture of him in an apron, cooking in the kitchen. Every caption practically oozed smug affection. "My husband looks so striking while cooking! I'm so glad I can hug him in person instead of staring at a screen." Neither my parents nor our mutual friends liked this post. I knew it was meant for an audience of one: me. Still, I tapped the like button. Her latest post showed a bottle of wellness supplements with a short caption: "preparing for a future pup." Everyone liked this one. My parents left comforting comments below. "Don't push yoursel
