I woke up back in my 27-year-old body.

I had twin cubs, and my mate was Ethan, the most powerful Alpha in the Northwest.

He was always at the top of the Wolf Council’s rankings.

Alpha Weekly even named him “Number One Ideal Mate on the Continent.”

Even the Royal Pack wanted to marry their princess to him.

Everyone in the pack said I was lucky.

But the first thing I did?

I took the sacred contract for dissolving our mate bond and delivered it to his old flame myself.

I pushed the contract in front of Isabella and said calmly, “I’m going to ask the Moon Goddess to break our bond. Ethan’s yours. The cubs, too.”

Isabella stared at me, shocked.

She couldn’t believe the person who’d been Luna for six years would just give it all up.

I just added quietly, “Since they all like your scent better, I’ll get out of your way.

Just get Ethan to put his Alpha mark on the contract.

Once the bond-breaking ceremony is over, I’ll leave this territory.”

This time, I wasn’t going to make the same mistakes.

I wouldn’t be the Luna everyone ignored anymore.

…

Isabella’s fingers traced the rim of her cup, her brow furrowed. “Aria, what trick are you playing now?”

I met Isabella’s shifting gaze, my voice even. “No tricks. I’m just… tired of it.”

“Aria, do you have any idea how many she-wolves would kill to be this pack’s Luna, to stand by Ethan’s side?” she shot back, her tone sharp.

“Of course, I know.” I looked right at her, a bitter smile on my face. “So, the position is yours now.”

A crack finally appeared in Isabella’s perfect mask.

She stared at the contract, witnessed by the Moon Goddess, for a long time before reaching out to take it. “Fine, Aria. If you’re being so generous, I’ll accept.”