After My Mate's Deathbed Confession, I Rewrote Fate

I was the revered Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, admired by all for my devoted children, harmonious union, and peaceful passing. Yet, it was only in my final moments that I realized the life I thought was perfect was nothing but a cruel joke.

My mate, Charles Gray, the gentle and refined Beta of the pack, stood over my lifeless body, hurling curses at me. He accused me of ruining his life, claiming that if I hadn’t forced our union, his true love, Ella Wilson, wouldn’t have been forced into a miserable marriage that led to her untimely death. He even instructed our children to bury her beside him in the family tomb after his passing, erasing my existence from his legacy.

As my spirit lingered in the hall, I couldn’t help but laugh bitterly. Without my family’s wealth and influence, Charles, a lowly Delta from a lesser branch of the Gray family, would never have risen to become the respected Beta he was. But in the end, he repaid me with a lifetime of hidden resentment.

When I was reborn, I found myself back at the day our families were negotiating the mate bond. This time, I decided to give Charles what he claimed he always wanted. When his mother, Melina Larson, came to propose the union, I spoke calmly, “Charles and I are merely acquaintances. His heart belongs to Ella Wilson, the Omega from the west side of the pack.”

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The moment those words left my lips, the once cheerful atmosphere in the room froze. Charles, who had been sitting quietly beside Melina, immediately rose to his feet, his face pale with shock. “Eileen!” he protested, his voice trembling. “What are you saying?”

In my past life, on this very day, Melina had brought Charles and the pack’s matchmaker to my family’s home to discuss the bond. My mother, Noa Carroll, had instructed my attendant, Lilyana, to hide me behind a screen so I could observe Charles unseen. As the matchmaker praised our compatibility, calling us a match made by the Moon Goddess, I had blushed with excitement, convinced that Charles and I were destined for each other.

Back then, I had already fallen for his carefully orchestrated charm, believing we were soulmates. So, when the moment came, I tapped the screen three times, signaling my agreement to the union. Later, my father, Franklin Gray, spoke privately with Charles in his study. I never learned what they discussed, but in the end, my father approved the bond.

Soon after, our families finalized the arrangements, and I was marked as Charles’ mate in a grand ceremony. For fifty years, I believed I was the luckiest woman in the pack. Charles was a respected Beta, our children were devoted, and our union was harmonious—or so I thought. There were no other mates in his life, or so I believed.

Then, one evening during a pack gathering, I suddenly collapsed, my strength leaving me. I knew my time had come. Charles, now aged and frail, knelt by my side, tears streaming down his face as he whispered my name over and over. “Eileen… Eileen… don’t leave me… wait for me…”

I smiled weakly, reaching up to wipe his tears, wanting to tell him I was at peace and that I had no regrets. But I could no longer speak. As my vision faded, I tried to memorize his face one last time, to tell him that my life had been full and happy. But the words never came. The pack’s healer shook his head, and the room filled with the sound of my family’s sobs.

Then, the crying stopped. I heard footsteps and hushed whispers, and soon, Charles’ voice broke the silence. It wasn’t filled with grief but with bitterness—the bitterness he had hidden for fifty years.

He cursed my father for using his position as Beta to force Charles into a life of monogamy, denying him the chance to mark Ella as his mate. He resented my family’s wealth, which had elevated the Gray family’s status but left him feeling like a puppet in his own home. But his greatest hatred was reserved for me—for living so long, for holding the title of Luna for fifty years, while Ella had suffered and died, her body discarded in the wilderness.

“I’ve waited decades for this day,” he spat, his voice trembling with rage. “You’re finally gone, but Ella never lived to see it. You stole me from her, and your father forced me to reject her. Everything you had—the honor, the wealth—it should have been hers! Without you, I would have risen just as high, but you held me back! Eileen, this is all your fault. Now that you’re gone, I’ll scatter your ashes and make you pay for what you’ve done!”

Even in death, my spirit followed Charles, watching him mourn theatrically before seizing my wealth and assets. He refused to allow my name to be inscribed in the family records, instead bringing Ella’s remains into the Gray family tomb and marking her as his true Luna. He told our children that when he died, he would be buried beside her, not me. It was then I realized he had hidden my ashes, denying me a proper burial, all to force our children to comply.

Seeing my children humiliated, a wave of fury consumed me. That night, a cold wind swept through the hall, overturning a candle and igniting a fire. As Charles struggled in the flames, I felt a grim satisfaction.

Then, a distant voice called my name, and everything faded. I was no longer in the burning hall but back in my family’s home, hidden behind the screen on the day of the proposal. The matchmaker was speaking, and my mother was about to respond.

My hands trembled beneath my sleeves, my nails digging into my palms as I forced myself to stay calm. This time, I would let Charles have the life he claimed he wanted. Without me, I would see how far a Delta from a lesser branch of the Gray family could rise.