Lahat ng Kabanata ng He Rejected Marking Ceremony, I Upgraded Mate: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 9

The very first thing I decided to do after being reborn was to reject the Marking Ceremony—the same ceremony that had already been delayed thirty-two times.In my past life, when Ethan tried to postpone our union for the thirty-second time, I finally snapped.I acted like a raving lunatic. I threatening him with the sacred laws of the Moon Goddess, even threatening to take my own life if he walked away.Ethan eventually caved. To pacify my rage, he promised that nothing would interrupt us again. He severed his mind links, turned off his phone, and under the gaze of the full moon, he completed the ceremony. It wasn't an act of love; it was an act of vented anger and resignation.But that was the night Ivy died.Ivy. The fragile, helpless Omega he had rescued from the battlefield. The kind of girl who looked like she would shatter if you breathed on her too hard.When she found out we were finally sealing our bond, she had a mental breakdown and ran straight into the dangerous Rogue terr

Accompanying the roar was the crushing weight of an Alpha’s Command. Ethan unleashed his spiritual pressure without holding anything back.The force hit my chest like a sledgehammer. I couldn’t even put up a defense before I was blasted backward, my body flung like a kite with a cut string, smashing directly into the solid oak staircase.Bang.My spine collided with the sharp edge of the steps. A sweet, metallic taste surged up my throat, and I spat out a mouthful of blood.Ethan didn't stop. He stood at the top of the stairs, cradling the "unconscious" Ivy, looking down at me with unmasked disgust."How can you be so venomous? Ivy is a fragile Omega—your power could have killed her!""It makes me sick just breathing the same air as you."I wiped the blood from the corner of my lips. My insides felt like they had been rearranged, screaming in agony. I didn't try to explain. I just looked at him cold, dead eyes."If I make you sick, then I have good news.""I’ll file a formal request wi

Leaving Ethan with that look of stunned disbelief, I massaged my stinging wrist. I gave a curt nod to the former Alpha and Luna, who stood by the door wearing complicated expressions."Goodbye."I didn't look back at the chaos erupting inside the Pack House. I walked straight out into the night.The moment I stepped past the pack’s barrier wards, the injuries I had been suppressing came roaring back.When Ethan pushed me away, he used all his Alpha power. Right now, my body was burning with pain.If I had known it would hurt this much, I would have burned the last of my spiritual energy to shove those jade shards right down Ivy’s throat before I left.That was Ethan. Always the same.Whenever something happened, his fangs were always bared at me, while all his gentleness was reserved for that professional victim.Years ago, if Ivy tripped over her own feet on the training grounds, Ethan would scold me in front of the entire pack for being "jealous and aggressive."Eventually, I stopped

In the days that followed, my communicator didn't stop buzzing. Warriors and Elders from the Silver Moon Pack flooded my inbox, begging me to stay.I rejected every single request and severed the connection crystal.I had done enough for that pack. It was their Alpha who betrayed me first. I walked away with my head held high and my conscience clean.On the day of my discharge, Damon invited me out to dinner to celebrate my recovery and my official induction into the Winterborn Pack.To avoid causing mass panic, the Tyrant of the North did something unprecedented: he suppressed his terrifying S-Rank pressure. He wore a casual black trench coat and a runic choker designed to mask his scent and power entirely.I understood why. If he walked around with his aura unchecked, every low-ranked wolf within ten miles would be forced to their knees. We wouldn't even be able to order appetizers.I booked a private room in a high-security restaurant in the Black Market district.But as the saying

I hadn't planned on holding the Marking Ceremony so soon.The Winterborn Pack was in the middle of a frantic expansion phase. In just three months, Damon had annexed three medium-sized packs surrounding our territory. The fires of war hadn't fully cooled.The Elders advised us to wait until the political landscape stabilized before hosting the ceremony, fearing that a public event might invite assassination attempts from rival factions.I agreed. As the First Commander, I had a mountain of post-war reconstruction work to deal with.But Damon had reached his limit.As my reputation as the "Iron Commander" spread across the continent, countless Alpha wolves from other packs began eyeing me, sending diplomatic requests for "alliances"—which was just code for marriage proposals.This made my possessive Tyrant completely lose his patience.Even when we were out inspecting the borders, he would stare at me with a look that said he wanted to devour me whole right then and there.Finally, on a