Back to Selection Day: Surprise, I'll Get Golden Twin Pups

I'm a noble wolf woman. As soon as I was born, I'm destined to become a candidate in pursuit of the future Wolf Queen's position.

In my past life, Louis Hanover, the heir to the Wolf King, hated the fact that I had given birth to a black pup, which was viewed as an inferior lifeform. So, he killed the pup with his own hands.

After that, he whipped me to the point my body was all mangled and squished. Only then did he order to have my body tossed to the mountains so that the beasts could feed on me.

Before I breathed my last, I vowed to the heavens that I'd make Louis regret everything in the next life.

When I open my eyes again, I find out that I've gotten reborn to the day Louis is bound to choose his wife.

This time, he chooses my cousin, Chloe Dunn, who happens to be a brown wolf woman. Brown wolves' social status is second to white wolves.

When Louis shoots me a look filled with hatred and disgust, I realize that he has gotten reborn as well.

In my past life, Chloe had gotten married to a brown wolf man, and yet she was able to give birth to a prestigious white pup. Everyone showered her with praises because of that.

This time, Louis thinks he'll be able to sire a white pup just by choosing Chloe as his wife.

Little does he know that only pureblooded wolves can give birth to pureblooded kin. How can he, a mixed-blooded wolf man, possibly sire a noble white pup?

I felt as if every bone in my body was shattered, and suddenly, the excruciating pain began to recede slowly.

"Is something the matter, Grace?"

I opened my eyes after being jolted by someone at my side, only to find myself staring at my father, Roger Craft. I could hardly believe my eyes, and for a moment, I thought I was dreaming.

But after seeing the way they looked at me, I immediately understood what was going on. I had been reborn, back to the very day Louis Hanover was choosing his wife.

It was the day of the wife selection assembly for the wolf clan royal family. Philip Hanover, the Wolf King, had sired a son in his twilight years. That son was Louis, the white wolf and the inevitable successor to Philip.

Dad, who was standing beside me, whispered urgently, "You have the best shot at being the future Wolf Queen, Grace. You must take good care of the future Wolf King. Do you understand?"

I stayed still, giving no sign of agreement or refusal.

I looked past Dad, catching sight of Louis making his way over. It mirrored the events of my past life.

Louis came to a stop before me and grasped my hand, declaring, "I choose Grace Craft, Father."

I wanted to refuse, but I found myself unable to speak.

In order to form a bond, a blood covenant was required.

Louis cut my finger and raised my hand alongside his. But just as the contact was about to be made, he shoved me away and declared, "I refuse to marry Grace, Father!"

It all transpired in a matter of moments, causing Philip's expression to turn grim at once.

Louis strode toward my cousin, Chloe Dunn, who was standing just a few feet away. He took her hand and declared, "I wish to marry Chloe Dunn instead, Father!"

It was only then that I realized that Louis had been reborn as well.

In my past life, Louis had chosen me during the selection because of my family's rare Twin Wolf lineage. He wasn't a purebred white wolf but a half-breed born to Philip's mistress of other clan, making it nearly impossible for him to father pups.

In the end, it was only because I begged Dad for our family's heirloom pearl and consumed it that I was finally able to conceive.

I bore a lowborn black pup despite everything. It was at death's door from the moment it was born, its fur so pitch-black it looked as if it had just crawled out from the depths of the underworld.

Louis became a laughingstock among the wolf clan because of the pup. In a fit of rage, he crushed the pup to death. He then turned his fury on me, flogging me until my body was a pulp of shattered bone and torn flesh. After that, he threw me into the mountains as fodder for wild beasts.

I looked at Louis holding Chloe close, whispering sweet words to her while his eyes burned with a monstrous fury.

I chuckled inwardly, wondering if he really thought that by choosing Chloe, he could father a white pup. It seemed like he wasn't aware that, as a half-breed, he was incapable of passing on his bloodline.

Louis' mother, Donna Trent, was actually a tigress. Years ago, she had deceived Philip and become his mistress.

It was worth noting that the royal family had long upheld a strict rule—marriage to other clan was strictly forbidden.

In my past life, I found out the truth just before I was due to give birth. I happened to overhear Donna expressing her fear that I would bear a pup of an impure bloodline. The shock of hearing those words sent me into premature labor.

If it hadn't been for Philip's bloodline, Louis would never have donned the mantle of a white wolf.

Philip descended from this throne, his anger rolling like thunder, and slapped Chloe hard across the face. "How dare a lowly thing like you covet the heir of the Wolf King!"