Alpha’s Betrayal, My Revenge

My mate fell in love with the mute Omega who saved his life and wanted to call off our engagement. I kindly advised him, "The position of Luna is not an easy one. She may not be able to bear the responsibility." The mute Omega felt insulted and committed suicide by taking Wolfsbane. Eight years later, when Ryan became the Alpha King, the first thing he did was destroy the Snowfang Pack and come for my life. "This is what all of you owe Saya." When I opened my eyes again, I was back at my 18th birthday banquet. Ryan's father, the former Alpha King, had once asked me what my wish was. "Since Ryan and Saya are each other's fated ones, let them be together. Let them complete their bond under the moonlight and receive the blessing of the Moon Goddess." Chapter 1 I died on an unbearably cold winter night. There was no moonlight, only the suffocating darkness of a mountain cave. I thought I could hold on until dawn, until my people came to rescue me. But Ryan had other plans. Without ceremony, he drove a silver blade straight into my chest, and blood poured out relentlessly. Even that wasn't enough for him. He raised his arm and plunged the icy blade into my heart. The searing pain shattered my consciousness. I was dying, but I forced myself to ask him a question. "Why?" We grew up together, and we were inseparable since childhood. Our families had been allies for generations. He was my fated mate, and my family was the cornerstone of his path to becoming the Alpha King. My father bolstered his forces, clearing obstacles for him and paving the way to the throne when he was at his weakest. Even after Ryan became the Alpha King, my family never sought power or demanded favors. We were content to guard our pack's lands and live in peace. Yet he imprisoned my father, spread lies to smear my family's name, and orchestrated scandals about me. He drove the Snowfang Pack to ruin, leaving us with nothing but ashes. "Why, Ryan?" I clung tightly to his collar, refusing to let go. Ryan stared into my eyes with hatred, as if I had betrayed him, even though it was his blade that was ending my life. Leaning down, his voice cut colder than the darkness around us. "This is for what all of you owe Saya." Saya? That mute girl? The name felt distant, buried in memories so old I had to dig deep to recall it. And then, from the depths of my mind, I saw her timid, frightened eyes. I couldn't help but laugh coldly. It had been eight years. So, Ryan never forgot her. "Ryan, you're such a—stubborn, idiotic…" Madman. Before I could finish, he viciously drove the silver blade deeper, ripping my heart out. Blood poured out from my wound, and my vision blurred. The pain was unbearable. When I opened my eyes again, the first thing I saw was a full moon hanging in the sky, its silvery light blanketing the earth. "Welcome back to the embrace of the Moon Goddess, Princess of the Snowfang Pack." A familiar voice echoed in my ears, and I shot upright, my eyes snapping open. There was no freezing cave or biting winds. Instead, I was greeted by the dazzling glow of a crystal chandelier, so brilliant it made my head spin. The room was warm and filled with the hum of celebration—the clinking of glasses and lively chatter. Outside the window, neon lights flickered. The city bustled with life, and endless streams of cars moved through the night. I stood on a hotel balcony, gazing down at the city that never slept. A servant's quiet voice pulled me back. "Your Highness, are you having one of your headaches again?" I looked down at my hands—slender, unscathed, and faintly scented with an expensive perfume. This was my 18th birthday party—my coming-of-age ceremony. I… had been reborn. Chapter 2 That year, the Snowfang Pack had just annexed several smaller wolf packs in the surrounding regions, expanding its territory and prestige. That year, I had not yet officially become Ryan's mate, nor had we held the Moonlit Ceremony that symbolized an eternal bond. "It's not surprising she'd have a headache," came a sharp whisper behind me. "Prince Ryan has been making public statements on all the major networks for three days now, announcing he's breaking off the engagement with the Snowfang Pack!" I stopped Annie, my maid, from snapping back in my defense. The situation was far more complicated than just a broken engagement. A few days ago, Ryan was ambushed by rival packs while inspecting the newly annexed borderlands. Gravely injured, he fell off a cliff and was rescued by a young she-wolf living in seclusion deep in the forest. She was delicate and beautiful. In a desperate attempt to save him, she used a forbidden herb to heal his wounds, which ultimately cost her the ability to speak. Ryan was deeply moved by her sacrifice and brought her back to the main castle of the Alpha King's territory. From that day forward, he declared to the entire pack that she was the only one he would marry. He even went as far as to vow that this nameless, mute she-wolf would one day become the future Luna—the queen of all wolves. "They're just talking nonsense, Your Highness! You and Prince Ryan grew up together, and after all these years…" I gently shook my head, cutting off Annie's attempt to comfort me. I knew exactly what she was going to say. Three days ago, I woke up in the Snowfang Pack's palace. Three days was all it took for me to untangle the truth of both my past and present lives. "Your Highness," Annie suddenly whispered excitedly, "Prince Ryan is here." I turned around and saw Ryan striding into the banquet hall. He wore a black battle robe, his shoulders draped in the silver-embroidered cloak symbolizing the wolf kingdom's honor. Surrounded by his retinue of warriors, he moved with the authority and presence of a leader. The murmurs around the room instantly fell silent. Ryan and I had grown up together, and our bond had been forged from the time we were children. Our engagement had been arranged early on by the elders of our two packs, a pact meant to solidify the alliance between them. When we were young, if anyone dared to say a single bad word about me, Ryan would be the first to step in and defend me. And when he got himself into trouble and faced punishment from the elders, I was always the one to plead on his behalf. Until now, no one in either pack had ever doubted that I was Ryan's one true love and the future Luna. But on my coming-of-age ceremony today, he brought another woman. Saya. The young she-wolf who had saved his life was dressed in an expensive gown. Despite her elegant attire and carefully styled appearance, she looked like a small, skittish animal that had wandered into a palace of predators. She clung tightly to Ryan's arm, seemingly unable to stand without his support. Ryan leaned down, whispering something in her ear, his eyes filled with tenderness. Saya's gaze shifted to me, and panic flashed across her face. Then, she stepped forward. Thunk! Suddenly, she dropped to her knees in front of me. Chapter 3 What a familiar scene. Even the tear hanging precariously at the corner of her eye was exactly the same as in my past life. Back then, I had been utterly deceived by this fragile, helpless act of hers. When she knelt before me, I actually felt pity. I found myself helping her and Ryan, doing everything I could to help them achieve their "true love". As the Snowfang Pack's princess, I was destined to shoulder the responsibilities of my people. My future didn't have to revolve around Ryan. Even though Saya's arrival left a bad taste in my mouth, it wasn't enough to shake my dignity. When Ryan had wanted to break off the engagement, I didn't throw a tantrum. Instead, I earnestly offered him advice out of the respect and history we shared. "Saya comes from a lower-ranked wolf pack and is mute. While she saved your life, the elders or the clans may never accept her as your Queen, no matter how hard you try to convince them. It'll only bring her trouble. "Why not take a step back? Settle her in my territory as a servant for now. In the future..." I left the implication hanging—In the future, he could do as he pleased. Those few words resolved her immediate crisis but set me up for disaster. Slap! Slap! Slap! The crisp sound of slaps echoed in the banquet hall. In my past life, I rushed forward to help Saya up the moment she knelt. This time, I merely watched coldly as she slapped herself, hard and without hesitation. One strike after another, the sound echoed through the room. Annie tugged gently at my sleeve, whispering, "Your Highness, today is your coming-of-age ceremony. The hall is full of guests—if this continues..." The banquet hall was packed with guests today, many of whom were already reaching for their phones, eager to capture the drama. Annie made a move to step forward, but I placed a hand on her arm. "What's the rush?" "Saya!" Ryan's voice was low and dangerous now, his expression darkening. In just a few seconds, Saya's cheeks were red and swollen. Tears pooled in her eyes, making her look pitifully fragile. She glanced at Ryan, then at me, biting her lip as she continued her self-inflicted punishment. I took a slow sip of my wine, completely at ease. I was suddenly curious—how far was she willing to take this performance? Chapter 4 Yes. Saya was acting. Her muteness was an act. Her delicate, innocent facade was an act. Even her dramatic "poison suicide" in my past life? That was also an act. I had seen her true colors with my own eyes. It happened at a secret gathering, where I accidentally stumbled upon her talking to a werewolf alchemist. "Sir, I'm just an exiled lowly she-wolf. How could I survive without using some desperate ploys to get into Prince Ryan's good graces? Please, I'm begging you! Give me a potion that can make me appear dead for a short time. Just once—that's all I need. "I truly love His Highness. With my background, being his servant would already be aiming too high. But now that he has promised to marry me! I have to use this final trick to ensure he'll always feel guilty about me. "Please, help me! Just one staged death, and His Highness will remember for the rest of his life that he owes me." What a masterful scheme. Saya fooled Ryan, fooled me, and even fooled an entire gathering of werewolf nobles. I had once asked Ryan why he was so fixated on Saya. "I've been the heir to the wolf clan since I was a child. Everyone flatters me and caters to me. They respect me and bow to me—but only because of my bloodline and my status. "Even you, Selina. If I weren't the future Alpha King, would you still love me?" His words left me speechless. If Ryan weren't the heir to the Alpha King, with that powerful bloodline running through his veins, we wouldn't have a bond, let alone a marriage contract. We wouldn't have grown up together, and there wouldn't be talk of love or not loving. "Saya was the only one..." He continued. "She was willing to sacrifice her life for me before she even knew who I truly was. How could I not be moved by love so pure?" His words nearly convinced me. As the princess of the Snowfang Pack, I was born with the pride of a noble wolf. Every decision I made required careful deliberation. I had to consider my parents, and the interests of my clan—I couldn't afford to recklessly lay down my life for someone. But we both ignored another possibility. Even if Ryan had been gravely injured and unconscious in the wilderness, his wolf pack markings, his natural aura of dominance, and the battle robes woven from the shadows of the moon itself that he wore—all of it screamed his exalted status. Whether he was the future alpha of the pack or one of its top elites, his power was undeniable. From the very beginning, Saya had seen him for what he truly was—her only path to glory and status. "Enough!" Ryan's sharp voice suddenly cut through the tension. The room fell silent. Saya flinched, her body trembling as she slowly lifted her gaze. Her eyes were wide and filled with helpless innocence as she looked at me. Her intentions couldn't have been clearer. She had destroyed my engagement, made me a laughingstock in front of the entire pack, and now she played the part of the remorseful sinner. She was putting on an act, hoping I would pity her enough to hand her a graceful way out. Fine. Let her continue this charade. I arched a brow and leisurely sipped my wine. Saya noticed my cold reaction. She gritted her teeth and leaned forward, ready to slap herself again. But before she could, Ryan strode forward and knocked the glass out of my hand. "Selina, don't push it!" he growled. Chapter 5 "Selina, do you even understand the rules and etiquette of the wolf kingdom?" Ryan's golden eyes burned with fury as he glared at me, his tone colder than the winds in winter. He turned and helped Saya to her feet, his movements so gentle they bordered on absurd. He carefully touched her swollen cheek, his expression filled with pain and concern. "Selina, apologize." His voice was low but commanding. "Bow your head, admit your mistake to her in front of everyone here, and I'll let this slide. I won't pursue it any further." I almost laughed out loud. How foolish I was in my previous life. The moment I discovered Saya's schemes, I wrote a secret letter to Ryan. In painstaking detail, I explained how she had been manipulating him, using her feigned fragility to win over the sympathy of the wolf pack elders. I warned him, "Saya isn't as simple as she seems. Every step she's taken toward you has been calculated." The very next day, news broke that Saya had "poisoned herself to death." But it wasn't a feigned death. It was real. The story spread quickly throughout the pack—Saya had succumbed to the pressure of malicious rumors and ended her life out of shame. Ryan sent me only a single voice message, "Thank you for your reminder, Selina. Those who betray the Alpha King will always face the consequences." And just like that, the matter was over. For years, I believed he had confronted Saya, forcing her hand until she consumed the poison for real. After all, Ryan was renowned in the packs for his iron-fisted methods and ruthless retaliation. It wasn't until the moment of my death that I finally understood the truth. When he mentioned those who betrayed the Alpha King, he wasn't talking about Saya. He was talking about me. "Selina, did you hear me?" Ryan's voice cut sharply through my thoughts. "Saya did nothing wrong. I'm the one who chose to marry her. I'm the one ending this engagement with you." I didn't answer right away. Instead, I lifted my chin slightly, meeting his gaze with a calm, mocking smile. Ryan was known in the pack for his decisiveness and sharp mind, but he was nothing more than a joke in my eyes now. I turned to Annie and asked, my voice steady and controlled, "The Four Great Packs' leaders are upstairs at the top-floor banquet hall, aren't they?" Annie hesitated for a moment, then nodded cautiously. I adjusted my gown and began walking toward the elevator. Ryan's footsteps echoed as he quickly followed me. "What are you planning?" he demanded. "Those elders are here for a private visit. Their presence hasn't been made public!" Of course, I knew that. I was only the princess of a wolf pack. How could a simple birthday party attract the leaders of the Four Great Packs? It wasn't because of me. It was the century-old strength of the Johnstone family. It was also because of my two elder brothers, who had recently annexed several packs on the frontier. It was my father, who had just led the Snowfang Pack to claim the northern forests, the richest resource lands in the region. The Snowfang Pack was thriving and shining brighter than ever. We were a force no other pack could afford to ignore. But Ryan? He had thrown caution to the wind, publicly announcing his intent to marry Saya and demanding to break off our engagement. His reckless declarations had dominated the media's headlines for three days straight. The current Alpha King, Leopold, couldn't afford to alienate my father and brothers. As the elevator doors slid open, Ryan was still on my heels. "Selina, don't you dare run to the elders to beg for their help just because it's your birthday!" Ryan snapped. "I've already promised Saya that I'll marry her. If you voluntarily give up the engagement, I'll ensure the Snowfang Pack is compensated generously." I stopped abruptly and turned to face him, meeting his golden eyes with an icy calm. A trace of astonishment flashed in his golden eyes—perhaps because of the chill in my gaze. Ryan had lived his life unchallenged. As the heir to the Alpha King, his path had been free of obstacles. He had never truly understood what it meant for someone to sit on the throne beside him. The banquet hall doors opened, and Leopold greeted me warmly from his seat at the head of the room. "My little princess, what brings you here in such a rush?" The leaders of the Four Great Packs sat in their places of honor, and the room was filled with werewolf nobles. With a graceful bow, I addressed them. "Esteemed elders, I'm sure you've all heard by now. Ryan and Ms. Saya—savior and hero, love at first sight. I have no desire to linger where I'm not wanted, nor do I wish to make things awkward for anyone else. "So, I ask all of you here to bear witness. I, Selina, princess of the Snowfang Pack, formally request to dissolve my engagement with Ryan." I stood tall, my demeanor calm but unyielding. The entire room fell into an eerie silence, so quiet one could hear a pin drop. Chapter 6 Soon, word spread throughout the pack. It seemed that the marriage alliance between the Alpha King's family and the Snowfang Pack might really be falling apart. Ryan's determination to marry his so-called savior had already made waves. And today? The ever-composed princess of the Snowfang Pack had publicly declared, at her own birthday party and in front of all the wolf kingdom elders, that she was severing ties with Ryan. They said Ryan's face had been a sight to behold. However, Leopold had been downright livid, going so far as to slap Ryan across the face in front of everyone. - "Ridiculous!" Now, in the quiet of my father's study, his expression mirrored the Alpha King's earlier fury. However, I remained unmoved. His voice shook with anger. "Do you have any idea what this means? You dared to make such a scene in front of all the wolf kingdom's elders!" I stood straight, meeting his glare without so much as a blink. "This alliance has been years in the making, built on the hard work of both packs. And you think you can just throw it all away? You'll march right back and apologize! Tell them it was a rash decision, made in the heat of the moment." "No," I said, my tone resolute. "What did you just say?" His voice sharpened. "I said no. My decision stands." He drew in a deep breath, his voice dropping dangerously low. "Have you thought about the consequences? Do you think anyone else would dare to marry you after this?" I pursed my lips. "That's not necessarily true." "What?!" He jabbed a finger at me, his face contorted with rage. "You're out of your mind!" With that, he stormed out, slamming the door behind him. Maybe I was. Without the memories of my previous life, I never would've made the decisions I did today. Since I was a child, I had been raised to follow the rules. Not only would I never have dared to publicly sever ties with Ryan, but I wouldn't even have appeared in front of the many elders in the banquet hall in the past. However, being obedient and following the rules didn't always lead to good outcomes. The Snowfang Pack might have had a reputation on the borderlands, but it was nowhere near as powerful as Leopold's pack. My father, my brothers, and my uncles had always abided by the alliance agreement between the two packs. They knew full well that in the world of packs, life and death often depended on a single thought. So, in my previous life, the moment Ryan hinted at his desires, they rushed to make concessions, signing an unequal treaty. And that's when Ryan took advantage of their weakness and swallowed them whole. It became clear that without enough vigilance against an ambitious man, the consequences would always be disastrous. In the past, Ryan often sent me voice messages filled with sweet words. This time, all he sent was a short message, "Know when to stop." I let out a cold laugh and threw my phone aside. "Your Highness!" Annie was frantic. "Your Highness, if Prince Ryan is willing to talk, can't you at least take a step back-" I cut her off. "Were there any birthday gifts delivered today?" Annie blinked. "Yes, there was." She handed me a velvet box containing a ruby-studded bracelet. "Is this from Prince Ryan-" I lit up and slipped the bracelet on. Then, I stood up and changed into a low-cut evening dress, the kind that accentuated my chest. "Your Highness, what's going on with you these days? You're going out so late? Wait for me-" "Annie, you stay here." I closed the door, turned, and walked away. I wasn't the same person anymore. The obedient, docile Selina that once existed was long gone.