Screw My Mate, I'm Going Lycan - Chapter 1: Chapter 1

Left to die alone in the woods by my own mate and husband—who was too busy chasing after someone else's wife—I was reborn to the day I chose them over my dreams.
I tore up the Lunar Alphas' Academy admission letter with my own hands and rejected the passionate confessions of my two Alpha mates. I refused to repeat the mistakes of my past life—choosing Dylan, who abandoned me for Amy on our wedding day, breaking my grandmother's heart and driving her to her grave.
In my despair, my other mate, Marcus, dropped to one knee and vowed, "You still have me. I'll never let you down."
He saved me from humiliation in front of the entire Pack, and in my tearful gratitude, I swore to devote my life to him. But soon after we married, his warmth vanished. I thought it was because I couldn't give him an heir—until the night of the blood moon revealed the truth.
That night, Amy—barely scratched—was coddled while I, bleeding and broken, was left to die. As my spirit drifted, I uncovered their sickening pact: Dylan, Marcus, and Amy had conspired to secure the Pack's inheritance for her. To ensure my silence, they'd cursed my womb, rendering me barren.
Now, reborn, I vowed to break free from their lies. The moon that once witnessed my suffering would now guide me toward vengeance and independence.
I lay on the cold earth, my vision fading as life drained from me. My heartbeat slowed, my breaths shallow. I was dying—and I knew it.
Yet, even in my final moments, agony twisted inside me as I watched the two men I'd loved most fuss over Amy's minor scratch.
Dylan—the Alpha who'd sworn to protect me—tenderly cleaned her knee, his eyes soft with worry. Marcus, my husband, held her hand, murmuring comforts.
And me? I was left to rot. Unseen. Forgotten.
I tried to call out, but my voice was a ghost of a whisper. To them, I was nothing.
Then came the final insult.
"This is your fault, Bella!" Dylan snapped. "Why did you visit your grandmother's grave alone? Look what happened! Amy got hurt trying to save you."
A bitter laugh escaped me. Save me? Amy had stood by, laughing, as four rogue wolves tore into me—wolves they'd hired to violate me. Her "injuries" were faked for their pity.
"Amy's delicate!" Dylan scolded. "You're an Alpha—you'll heal. Stop lying there and help her!"
Delicate? I'd fought four enraged rogues—not scratches, but claws ripping me apart. I'd chosen pride over survival, but it didn't matter. They'd never listen.
As darkness swallowed me, one truth burned: I was nothing to them. A pawn. Disposable.
And I would never forgive them.
When I woke, it felt like a nightmare—but the pain was too real. The rogues' teeth, Marcus's betrayal, my grandmother's death… all of it happened.
Now, the Lunar Alphas' Academy admission letter sat in my hands—the same university where my ruin began. Last life, I'd walked in with Dylan, Marcus, and Amy.
This time?
I shredded the letter.
Their game ended here.