The Reborn Luna: Blessed by the moon goddess

Sheila's POV

"Damian, how could you...? I stuttered, unable to form a complete word. I was shocked, refusing to believe what was just happening. I wished it was a dream, but the sharp pain from my abdomen reminded me I wasn't dreaming.

"How could I? You think I can keep something as cursed as you around me? Even the moon goddess will reject you. I no longer have any need for you, so you can go ahead and die," Damian said with a straight face. There was no emotion on his handsome face.

"After everything I did for you, Damian, I have been using my powers to aid your pack all this while. I have sacrificed a lot for your sake. How could you? I even used my life essence to bring you back from your half-dead state. What haven't I done for you?" I cried out in pain. My emotion was a mess; I couldn't tell what I was feeling now.

Damian looked at me the same way he used to, his charming smile and his eyes filled with love. "I will tell you the truth since you are going to die anyway. I would have killed you long ago if you hadn't been useful to me. I do love you, Sheila, but the prophecy... you know about the prophecy."

"What do you mean? I thought you didn't believe in the prophecy?"

Damian looked at me mockingly. "Only a fool will dare not believe in the words of the old witch of Verdia, and I'm no fool. I needed your help in conquering the enemy pack; that was why you were left to live in the first place. Now you have no use; keeping you is no different from committing suicide."

He pulled out the dagger and released my shoulder, letting my body hit the ground with no support. He looked at me coldly, wiping his dagger with a rag.

"In your next life, try to be normal," he said coldly.

I lay there helpless and cold, my eyes blurring, and I could only see his backside getting farther and farther away.

The night was cold, I thought. I could feel the cold hand of death; my mind was blurring. I knew this is where my journey ends. If only I was given a second chance.

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I woke up with a groggy headache, wondering what was happening. "Am I not dead?" I wondered while trying to sit up.

I tried to open my eyes then "pah!" I was slapped on my cheek, and I felt a stinging pain on my cheek. The force from the slap threw me on the floor.

My eyes were forced open this time, and I saw who slapped me. It was Stella. She was sneering at me and looked like she was about to attack again.

"Why does this scene look too familiar?" I questioned myself, unable to comprehend the answer. I remembered dying in the forest; I subconsciously touched my abdomen, and there was no wound.

"Impossible," I thought. I started getting my thoughts together, and it was then I realized why the scene was very familiar to me. If my theory is correct, I have reincarnated to the past before I met Damian. If I was correct, Damian will definitely appear now.

"What are you thinking, you bitch?" Stella grasped my hair and pulled it tightly. I winced in pain, trying to free myself from her. But she pulled so hard that I felt my brain was being pulled out.

"Stop it!"

I shuddered; that voice was too familiar, the voice of the man I once loved; it was so masculine and bold. This time, I was very sure that I had indeed reincarnated into the past. "Has the moon goddess taken pity on me and decided to give me a second chance?" I started crying, tears of joy.

A cold, masculine hand touched my face and slowly wiped the tears off it. I was too busy with my thoughts that I was oblivious to when Stella left, and now, just like in the past, he came to console me.

This was exactly when the seed of romance was planted in the past. This was when I fell so madly in love with him that I once sacrificed my life force to bring him back to the living, thus losing my ability to transform.

I dodged his hand and tried to get up; Stella was really vicious with the way she beat me. She was Damian's sister and found me an eyesore ever since I came to the park; I could easily beat her, but I couldn't because her brother was the pack alpha. I dare not raise my hands on her, or I will be punished.

"Wait, don't force yourself; let me help you." He held me by the waist to help me up. I struggled a little before completely giving up. He was too strong, and besides, I was heavily wounded.

"You're very stubborn; be a good girl and stay calm. I will help you up." With his help, I was able to get up.

"No need to continue holding me; I think I can walk on my own now," I said, feeling very uncomfortable with the way he was holding me.

"How can I? It's because of me that you got so injured. It's because I didn't teach that sister of mine enough manners. I'm sorry."

"No need to apologize; you are not your sister. Anyway, it's easy for people with her status to abuse their power. You don't need to feel sorry for me, and also, I can really walk on my own." I pulled away from him.

He looked at me steadily. I looked away immediately. He was so handsome that I almost felt like I was falling in love again. His handsome, well-chiseled face looked like it was carved from jade, and he had very distinctive features.

"Are you afraid of my status?" Damian looked like he had realized something. I sneered inside and just ignored him.

"I will get the healer wolf to come and heal you; where do you stay?" He asked. I had no choice but to tell him. He left after that. I headed to my quarters. I have a great healing ability and didn't necessarily need the healer wolf to heal my injuries.

I have a very special body constitution, and besides, I have a special healing power, which was why Damian valued me so much when it was revealed.

Sheila's POV

I Was assigned to the same quarter with the omegas. I was no omega; instead, I used to be a rogue wolf until I found the Westvale park, and they accepted me. But since I wasn't trusted enough, I had to live with the omegas until I made enough contribution.

"Sheila, what's wrong? Why are you looking like this?" A girl came out to welcome me and looked taken aback when she saw my appearance.

I smiled weakly. "It's nothing, Arla; it's just some bruises," I assured her. She looked at me up and down.

"In what way is this small?" She said in displeasure and came forward to help me. I allowed her to help me to my room.

"Please, Arla, I need a favor from you."

"What's it? I can do anything for you," she said with a kind smile.

"If the healer wolf comes, tell her that I'm not around, please," I looked at her pleadingly. She hesitated For a while before helplessly agreeing, I smiled delightedly. I knew she would agree; Arla was a real friend and had treated me well since I came to the park. In the past, I made her my personal aide when I became the second most powerful werewolf in the pack.

Stella was really very vicious with her beating. If the healer came and saw that my injuries were mostly healed, he would surely report it to Damian, and it might arouse suspicion. I remembered that it was exactly what happened in the past, and Damian had to visit me. At that time, I had a huge crush on him and couldn't hold back from telling him everything.

This time I will make sure the incident doesn't repeat. I lay on the bed while thinking of the best way to escape the park. I want revenge, but I can only get revenge if I remain alive. If I continue staying in Westvale, my end will be the same as in the past.

"But where do I go?" I wondered. After thinking for a while, I decided to go anywhere, so long as I leave this place. I can't bear to see Damian's pretentious face again. I made up my mind to escape tomorrow when we are sent to pick herbs.

Early the next morning, I was awakened by a knock. "Who's there?" I called out.

"It's me, can I come in?" I was shocked. It was Damian; what was he doing here?

"No, please don't," I said hurriedly, not wanting him to see that I'm fully healed with no scratches. It was a normal thing for a werewolf to heal very fast, but my healing ability was very abnormal. This speed of healing can only be achieved using herbs and special crystals.

"Why can't I? Is anything wrong?" His voice sounded like he was a little bit angered.

No, it wasn't what you think, my Lord; it's just that I wasn't proper," I lied.

"Oh, is that so? I understand then. Can you please come to my quarters after you are done?"

My heart started palpitating. Why does he want me to come to his chamber? This wasn't how things were supposed to happen, right? I thought that he wouldn't bother about me since he isn't yet aware of my ability.

"Yes, my Lord," I answered.

Once he was gone, I got up hurriedly. This time I had to escape no matter what, to avoid any incident. I quickly changed out of my night clothes and grabbed my herb basket, rushing outside.

Arla saw me and looked surprised.

"Why are you going for herb picking this early in the morning, and why do you look so energetic?"

I knew she was referring to how I looked yesterday.

"It's nothing, Arla; it's just small bruises, and they are already healed," I ran out before she could ask more questions.

Luckily no one stopped me from leaving when they saw the basket I was holding. They probably thought that I went out for herb gathering.

The moment I stepped outside the park area, I ran as fast as I could, sprinting through the forest. A gray figure flashed and blocked me. It was a werewolf.

"Who are you?" I asked worriedly.

The figure's body contracted, and it shifted into a blonde-haired man.

"Desmond," the name rang in my brain. He was a very evil man and always enjoys torturing the omegas. I remembered in the future he will try to rape me and was caught; Damian was angry and sentenced him to death.

Maybe he will be able to escape that fate in this lifetime.

"Where are you going?" He asked coldly.

"I am going for herb picking," I replied.

"If I recall correctly, this is not the area you use to pick herbs, huh?" He had a smile on his face and walked forward. I started retreating but increased his pace. I made up my mind and ran the other way immediately. He chased after me, I quickly shifted to my wolf form and continued fleeing. Desmond continued giving chase.

Even though I was faster, he clearly knew the forest just like his palm; he was able to use the terrains perfectly and soon he caught up to me and pounced on me. I had no choice but to fight back.

In the past, I wasn't much of a fighter when I just joined the pack. But after many years of fighting alongside Damian, I had gained a lot of battle experience, and even though my body wasn't strong enough now, it was enough for me to deal with Desmond.

I clawed him on his neck and sent him rolling with a deep gash on his neck; he lay on the ground as blood gushed out. He wasn't able to escape his fate even in this life; it seems like he was doomed to die.

I looked around cautiously while licking the wound on my shoulder. I decided not to transform into my human form since I don't have clothes to change into; besides, staying in the wolf form will allow me to run faster.

Sheila's POV

This was the first time I was killed in my second life, and it wasn't a pleasant feeling. I continued running; I didn't know how long I ran by the time I ran out of energy. There was a stream nearby, and I immediately ran to the stream to drink water. I gulped the water greedily and felt the energy returning to my body.

I looked up subconsciously and saw a dark gray wolf looking at me from a short distance away. The wolf appeared tall and huge, and my senses told me that I was no match for this wolf.

I immediately took off and started running again. The wolf chased after me. He was relatively faster and was catching up. I could tell he was an Alpha; his speed was just the same as Damian's, and he even looked faster.

Although my speed is considered to be fast among the other werewolves, I was no match for him.

The Alpha caught up with me and pounced on me forcefully, turning me over. He was so strong that I couldn't even resist.

I was pinned to the ground and had no choice but to revert to my human to show that I wasn't resisting again. The Alpha also transformed into his human form. I saw his face up close. He was so handsome with a well-chiseled face; his eyes were like the abyss, and he had a smirk on his face.

I was dazed and forced to look at him longer. His smirk intensified.

"What? Are you already in love with me, dear? It's our first time meeting; don't you think it's inappropriate to fall in love?" He said, leaning closer to me. I felt something on my lower body and was alarmed. Since both of us had transformed naturally, we had no clothes on.

I had been so nervous that I didn't notice at first. I used my last strength to push him out of my body. He wasn't expecting it, so I succeeded in pushing him away, causing him to roll on the ground.

I tried to run again, but he was already up on his heels. He ran forward and held my neck tightly.

"Where do you think you are going, my dear?" He said huskily and even leaned closer to my ears. His fingers traced around my body and almost touched my naked breast. My body shuddered involuntarily.

"Who are you?" He asked, raising my chin so I could meet his eyes. Looking at his dark abyss-like eyes, I felt like I was looking at an extremely dangerous creature. All my five senses screamed danger.

"Sheila," I answered.

"What park are you from?" He asked again.

"I don't have a park."

"What do you mean?" He tightened his grip, seemingly not believing me.

"I truly don't have a park; I used to live with my parents in a cave until they left one day and didn't come back," I screamed as hot tears fell from my eyes.

He paused, and his eyes looked a little gentle.

"Did I hurt you? I'm sorry," he made an attempt to wipe away the tears, but I quickly dodged his hands. He grunted but didn't say a thing.

"Overlord, here you are; we have been looking for you." A group of male and female werewolves walked out from the woods ahead. They were surprised to see the scene in front of them. They decided not to talk.

"You are a rogue wolf, so welcome to the family. I'm Zulu," he declared.

"Zulu!" The name rang a bell. Yes, now I remember the tyrant Zulu. He was a very notorious rogue wolf known for committing many atrocities and crimes, including raping and murdering female wolves. No wonder his face looked familiar.

In her past life, she had seen him once. He had a beef with Damian, and he took me to hunt down Zulu.

Zulu and his men were outnumbered at that time, and he was wounded and battered and looked nothing like his great self now.

"Please, can you release me? I don't want to join your pack; I just want to be alone.

"We're not a pack; we are a family made up of people like you." His voice sounded soothing.

"But I don't want to become a part of your family, please. Can you please release me? Please, I promise never to cross your territory again."

"This is not my territory," he replied coldly.

"Okay, then can you please just let me go?" I pleaded.

"Welcome to the family," he declared and released me. I felt very weak on my leg and had to lean on a nearby tree.

"Kia, get her some clothes," he ordered.

The girl called Kia came forward with some women's clothing. For no reason, she seems to hold a grudge with me.

I didn't think too much of it and went to a nearby cave to change.

When I came out, she nodded at me coldly. "I thought you had no backbone and would try to escape," she smirked.

"If you do, I won't blame you. This is not the paradise that you used to live in. Welcome to hell."

After that, I followed the group deep inside the forest. We walked until we reached their camp. There were a few men waiting in the camp. They immediately came forward to greet Zulu and welcome the others.

They held a little feast, which I wasn't part of. I huddled in the tent assigned to me, and soon I fell asleep.

I woke up with a start; I felt something like my body being violated. I woke up immediately and felt a hand touching my body and moving towards the forbidden zone. I smacked the hand away.

"Stay quiet!" It was Zulu.