Taylor Medina and I shared a lifetime of love.
After my death, he removed his crown and knelt before the Lycan King, pleading only for a Luna's title to honor me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back at fifteen.
Taylor came to my pack to propose.
Priceless gifts, hundreds of businesses.
But it was my sister, Louise Bennett, he sought to mate.
Taylor, fearing I might cause trouble, looked weary.
"Eden," he said, his voice soft but firm, "I loved Louise all my life, so I can only mate with her. But I’ll treat you like a sister and care for you forever."
I sighed lightly, turning away without hesitation.
Fine. I was meant to leave this pack anyway.
Fifteen days later, I would be gone.
====================
The day Taylor Medina came to propose was bright and clear.
Priceless gifts, vast territories, a hundred businesses.
The offerings were a hundred times more extravagant than in my previous life.
I was slightly surprised, but a secret joy bloomed in my heart.
No one knew I was reborn.
In my past life, Taylor and I were inseparable, our bond unmatched.
After my death, he even knelt before the Lycan King in the grand hall.
Just to secure a Luna’s title for me.
Everyone envied my fortune.
A lowly Omega from the Bennett Pack becoming a Luna was indeed a stroke of unimaginable luck.
When the servant came to inform me, I waited all morning.
Taylor stood tall and commanding, bowing to my stepmother, Paula Herrera.
"I’ve come today to propose to the Bennett family’s daughter," he said, his voice steady. "I hope you’ll grant me this honor."
Paula, knowing Taylor and I were acquainted, smiled and asked, "Are you here for Eden?"
"No."
I froze.
Taylor suddenly turned, his gaze piercing through the beads of the curtain to my sister, Louise, his eyes softening.
"Eden and I are merely packmates, nothing more.
"My heart has always belonged to one person—Louise Bennett."
His words were tender, but they left me disoriented for a long time.
I remembered once when he helped me get ready.
My brows unlined yet dark, my lips unpainted yet red.
Every detail was perfect.
The only flaw was the blush on my cheeks, too vivid.
I complained to Taylor, but he simply gazed at me, a smile playing on his lips.
"You’re beautiful just as you are," he said.
At the time, I didn’t think much of it.
Now I realize my sister loved buying blushes and adored the rose-petal look.
The rose-petal look was intoxicating, a subtle allure.
It seems, in my past life, Taylor’s heart was always with Louise.
If Louise hadn’t died young, this bond would never have been mine.
