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My Ex's Powerful Uncle Is My True Mate

Bao Fu Ya Ya

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At my engagement party, my fiancé's mistress smiled sweetly before deliberately shoving me backward into the freezing lake. My fiancé, Julian, dove into the water without a second thought. But instead of saving me, his betrothed, he swam right past my drowning body to rescue the woman who had just pushed me. "My god, he went for Miss Cohen first instead of Lady Seraphina!" The cruel whispers of the noble guests reached me through the water, identical to the ones from my past life. In that previous life, I flailed and screamed, surviving only to be framed by them, stripped of my dignity, and driven to a pathetic death while Julian and his mistress lived happily ever after. His powerful family watched me suffer, blaming me for ruining their pristine reputation while turning a blind eye to his blatant betrayal. I never understood why my years of absolute devotion were repaid with such vicious cruelty, or why I had to be the sacrificial lamb for their disgusting love story. But reborn, I didn't panic or fight the freezing water. As the icy darkness swallowed me, a dark shape sliced through the murky depths, and a powerful arm yanked me to the surface. It wasn't my fiancé, but Gideon Carlisle-Julian's terrifying, untouchable uncle and the Commander of the kingdom's deadliest guard. Wrapped in his heavy coat under the shocked gaze of the crowd, I smiled. This time, I wouldn't just break the engagement, I would tear Julian's pride to shreds.

My Ex's Powerful Uncle Is My True Mate Chapter 1

Seraphina POV:

For three years of my past life, Julian Carlisle-the future heir to the pack and the man meant to be my Alpha mate-had treated me worse than a stray dog.

After our political marriage, he banished me to the draftiest corner of the manor. He paraded his low-born Omega mistress, Angele Cohen, in my dresses and jewels. And when Angele finally decided she wanted the title of Luna for herself, she poisoned the Matriarch's tea and framed me for the treason.

Julian didn't even investigate. He threw me into the dungeon. And then, he initiated The Rejection.

In our wolf society, an Alpha forcefully severing a recognized mate-bond is a physical violence against a lower-ranking Omega. When Julian spoke the ancient words of rejection, it felt as though my very ribs were being pried open. My heart was crushed by an invisible, burning fist.

I collapsed on the stone floor, coughing up mouthfuls of black blood, my wolf spirit whimpering in terminal, suffocating agony as our soul-tie was violently ripped apart.

I was paralyzed, bleeding out from the inside. That was when Angele stepped into my cell.

Julian stood safely behind the iron bars, his eyes filled with revulsion for his "treacherous" wife. Angele wore a sweet, triumphant smile as she knelt beside my broken body. She didn't just bring poison; she poured the burning wolfsbane down my throat under the guise of "mercy," watching with glee as it melted my insides.

I died listening to their footsteps walking away together.

My vision faded into a suffocating, endless black. The burning agony in my chest finally stopped, replaced by a cold, heavy void. I thought it was the absolute end.

But out of the darkness, a blinding light suddenly pierced my consciousness.

I gasped violently, my lungs desperately pulling in crisp, sweet air instead of dungeon rot. My eyes flew open.

I wasn't in the dungeon. I was standing in the bright, manicured gardens of Carlisle Manor, holding a crystal champagne flute.

It was our engagement party-the grand event meant to cement the political alliance between the Lancaster and Carlisle packs. The exact day my nightmare had begun.

My hands trembled uncontrollably as I stared at my reflection in the champagne glass. I saw my eighteen-year-old face. No scars, no hollowed cheeks, no blood on my lips.

I was alive. I had returned to the past.

The Moon Goddess had actually dragged my soul back through time, granting me a second chance. As the sheer shock washed over me, my initial panic quickly evaporated, replaced by a burning, undeniable hatred.

I couldn't just walk away. An Omega breaking a royal betrothal without cause would be hunted down as a rogue. If I wanted to survive, I had to force the Carlisle pack to discard the betrothal themselves. I had to ruin Julian's reputation so thoroughly, make him so repulsive to the public, that the pack elders would beg to sever the tie to save their own honor.

That was my plan. And my first opportunity was walking right toward me.

Angele Cohen approached, her smile as practiced and flawless as a court painter's masterpiece.

"Seraphina, darling," she murmured, her voice dripping with fake concern. "You look a little pale. Is the engagement proving too much for you?"

In my past life, this was when she "accidentally" stumbled forward, shoving me into the freezing lake while making it look like I had clumsily tripped.

Not this time.

As Angele lunged forward to shove my shoulders, I didn't freeze. I let out a terrified, theatrical gasp. Instead of stepping back, I held my ground just long enough for her hands to plant firmly against my chest. Then, I deliberately threw my weight backward over the stone edge.

To ensure there was no doubt about who the aggressor was, my fingers shot up and grabbed Angele's wrists, tangling her hands in my own heavy, multi-layered pearl necklace-a gift from the Carlisle Matriarch herself.

As I pulled Angele down with me, the violent motion caused the silk thread of my necklace to snap against her wrists.

"Ahhh!" Angele shrieked in genuine terror. The priceless pearls scattered like hail across the stone patio right where she had been standing, while we both plunged into the dark water.

The frigid lake swallowed us. The shock of it was a brutal baptism, washing away the last remnants of the naive, tragic girl I used to be.

I surfaced, shivering and gasping for air. A chorus of horrified gasps erupted from the shore.

"My heavens! Miss Cohen shoved Lady Seraphina! She ripped the Matriarch's pearls right off her neck!" a noblewoman cried out, pointing at the scattered pearls on the edge.

Because Angele's hands had been caught on my necklace when we fell, it looked exactly as I intended: an unprovoked, vicious assault by a jealous mistress.

Then, I saw him. Julian Carlisle. A flash of gold hair and righteous fury, rushing to the water's edge.

"Julian! Help me!" Angele thrashed in the water, coughing pathetically.

Without a moment's hesitation, Julian dove in. He swam right past me, his own fiancée. His entire being was focused on reaching the woman who had just ostensibly tried to drown me. He gathered Angele into his arms, pulling her close, leaving me to tread water in my heavy, suffocating gown.

The murmurs from the guests grew louder, filled with absolute disgust.

"By the Goddess, he went for Miss Cohen first!"

"He abandoned his own intended Luna to save her attacker!"

My plan was working flawlessly. The first nail in the coffin of his public reputation had been driven.

Just as my waterlogged dress threatened to drag me under, a hush fell over the chaotic shoreline. It wasn't a gradual quiet, but an instant, terrified silence. The temperature in the air seemed to drop ten degrees.

I heard a trembling whisper from a nearby lord. "Is that... the Living Death? Commander Gideon?"

A dark shape sliced through the water with terrifying speed.

Before I could react, a powerful hand gripped the collar of my gown. With a brutal, effortless heave, I was yanked from the lake. I was tossed onto the stone bank, coughing up water, my teeth chattering uncontrollably.

I looked up, water blurring my vision, and met a pair of ice-blue eyes.

Gideon Carlisle. Julian's uncle. But unlike my foolish fiancé, Gideon was a dominant Alpha-the Alpha King's most feared weapon and the Commander of the Direwolf Guard. His sheer combat prowess and ruthless nature made him an anomaly; he answered to no one, not even his own mother, the Matriarch of the pack.

His presence commanded an oppressive, suffocating aura that made every other wolf in the garden instinctively lower their heads in submission.

He was the man I would soon have to call "Uncle," yet looking at his imposing figure now, I saw the only piece on the chessboard powerful enough to destroy Julian.

He stood towering over me, his black uniform completely dry, having merely reached down from the bank to haul me out. He didn't offer a hand to help me up. His expression was a mask of cold, unyielding granite.

He unclasped his heavy, black Direwolf coat and tossed it down. It landed over my shivering shoulders, blocking the prying eyes of the crowd. The thick wool smelled of cedar and the sharp, clean bite of winter.

"Take her to the west wing," Gideon commanded, his voice a low, rough growl that vibrated through my very bones. He didn't even look at me as he spoke to a terrified maid. "Do not let her die on Carlisle grounds."

He turned and walked away, his heavy boots echoing against the stone, leaving behind a crowd too terrified to even breathe.

I wrapped his warm coat tighter around myself; my face was a mask of shock and cold, yet beneath the surface, my mind was racing with how to use this pawn.