Rejected Three Years Ago, I Came Back as Luna Queen Chapter 01

Rejected Three Years Ago, I Came Back as Luna Queen Chapter 01

On the night of my engagement, I pushed open the door and found my Alpha heir fiancé in bed with my delirious sister.

Afterward, my parents tried to convince me to yield the marriage to her.

I asked my childhood sweetheart only one question.

“Were you sober?”

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 deleted that text, causing him to miss saving Emily.

But in this life, the message wasn’t deleted.

He saw her plea for help with perfect clarity, yet he still ran straight to her.

He wasn’t 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 flooded 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 shot of him in an apron, cooking in the kitchen.

Every caption practically oozed smug affection.

“My husband looks so handsome 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 prenatal vitamins with a short caption:

“preparing for a pup.”

Everyone liked this one. My parents left comforting comments below.

“Don’t push yourself too hard, sweetie. Just let nature take its course.”

“Emily is preparing for a pup? I’m sure it’ll be an absolute angel.”

One comment stuck out like a sore thumb.

“Preparing for a pup? Wasn’t Olivia the one who registered the mate contract at the Pack Council three years ago? When did Emily register?”

I recognized the handle—it was our college roommate, who had been studying abroad during the mating ceremony and couldn’t make it back.

That comment vanished quickly, replaced by a new one:

“Wishing Emily a healthy pup soon! I’ll send your ceremony gift right away.”

I let out a self-deprecating laugh. Everyone was playing along, pretending to have amnesia about what happened three years ago while studiously avoiding anything that involved me.

I locked my phone, took a deep breath, and looked out at the vibrant blue waters of Lake Wanaka.

The willow tree in the middle of the lake stood like an isolated island, unable to touch the shore or reach the mountains. They called it That Wanaka Tree.

My childhood sweetheart and I had been deeply in love in our previous life.

The three of us grew up together.

My sister and I were twins, and as we grew up, even our parents often confused us.

Only Alpha heir Brandon Vale could walk straight to my side every single time and call me “little Olivia.”

He knew my parents favored my frail sister, so he never bothered hiding his bias toward me.

He only bought birthday presents for me and only waited for me after class. Whenever anyone teased him about mixing us up, he would snap back:

“They don’t look alike at all! Little Olivia is way cuter!”

My sister stood outside the classroom door that day and heard everything.

After school, she locked me inside a bathroom stall.

She disguised herself as me, ran to the school gates, and planted a kiss on Brandon’s cheek.

By the time I managed to get out, I was greeted by Brandon’s dark, stormy face.

Behind him stood my sister, her head bowed and her eyes rimmed with red.

Back then, I truly believed we were destined to spend the rest of our lives together.

As we grew older, we naturally got engaged.

On the night of our mate contract ceremony, my sister took an illegal heat stimulant and sent Brandon a text:

“Brandon, I took an illegal heat stimulant. If you don’t come save me, I’ll go find any random Alpha.”

When I saw the message, the overwhelming terror of losing Brandon drove me to instinctively delete it.

The next morning, my sister dragged herself up to the balcony, clutching her torn nightgown.

Before jumping, she glared at me.

“Olivia Voss, are you happy now?”

Then she threw herself over the edge.

My cheek burned. My mother’s hand hovered in the air, itching to strike me again.

But Brandon gripped her wrist firmly.

“Mom, this isn’t Olivia’s fault.”

He claimed he had repeatedly rejected my sister, driving her to a desperate end, taking all the blame upon himself.

I rushed forward, begging my parents not to hit him.

Over the next twenty years, I gave birth to a son who was never close to me.

I didn’t learn the reason until the day Brandon passed away.

I held his hand, weeping uncontrollably by his bedside, when my son rushed back from school and glared at me with pure scorn.

“Save your crocodile tears. If it wasn’t for you, Dad wouldn’t have died so young from a broken heart.”

I whipped my head up, but he refused to give me any further explanation.

It was Brandon who pulled his hand out of my grip. He stared out the window and whispered a plea.

“Olivia Voss… in our next life, please don’t delete your sister’s text again, okay?”

He died young, leaving me with an unbearable truth.

And soon after, I followed him to the grave.

When I opened my eyes again, it was the night of our engagement.

I was holding Brandon’s phone, staring at the text from my sister:

“Brandon, I took an illegal heat stimulant. If you don’t come save me, I’ll go find any random Alpha.”