* Eleanors POV*

Luke's breath comes in sharp gasps above me, his body moving with desperate intensity. The familiar weight of him, the scent of his skin, the sound of his pleasureit all crashes over me like a tidal wave of memory and revulsion.

This is real. This is happening again.

His hands grip my hips possessively, pulling me against him with each thrust. The sensation that once made me feel desired now makes my skin crawl.

"Oh...Eleanor," he groans my name like a prayer, his green eyes dark with lust as they bore into mine. "You're so perfect."

His eyes triggers an avalanche of memories from my past life.

*Luke's cold eyes as he watched me die.*

*Vivienne's triumphant laughter in the dungeon.*

*The guards' fists pounding into my pregnant belly...*

The pain hits me. Every betrayal, every moment of agony, every second of my brutal death floods through my consciousness in vivid, excruciating detail.

I remember the taste of my own blood. The feeling of my ribs cracking. The desperate, futile reach for a husband who looked at me with disgust as I died carrying his child.

A scream builds in my throat, but Luke's mouth crashes down on mine, swallowing the sound. His kiss is possessive, hungry, completely oblivious to the horror playing out in my mind.

"No!" The word explodes from me with such force that Luke jerks back in shock.

Before he can react, my hand flies out and connects with his face in a resounding slap that echoes through the room like a gunshot.

Luke flies backward off the bed, landing hard on the floor with a crash that rattles the furniture. He stares up at me from the ground, his hand pressed to his reddening cheek, his eyes wide with shock and confusion.

"What the hell" he starts, but I'm already scrambling away from him, my heart pounding so hard I think it might burst.

I need to know. I need to know when this is, how far back I've gone, if I really have a chance to change everything.

My hands shake as I grab my phone from the nightstand, nearly dropping it in my panic. The screen lights up, and the date glows back at me in harsh blue numbers.

September 15, 2015.

"Six years," I whisper, the phone trembling in my grip. "I'm six years in the past."

2015. I'm twenty years old. Luke and I aren't even married yetwe're just engaged. Vivienne hasn't returned. The frame job hasn't happened. My death hasn't happened.

I have time. I have a chance to change everything.

"Eleanor, what the fuck is wrong with you?" Luke's voice is sharp with anger and confusion as he pulls himself to his feet. "Why did you hit me?"

I can't answer him. Can't even look at him. Instead, I stumble toward my vanity mirror on unsteady legs, desperate to confirm what I already know in my bones.

The face that stares back at me isn't the hollow-cheeked, broken woman who died in that cell. It's my twenty-year-old faceround and soft, with bright eyes and smooth skin. My silver hair falls in waves to my shoulders, shorter than I wore it in my final years. I look... young. Innocent. Untouched by the pain that would come.

But there's something else. Something that makes my breath catch in my throat.

On my chest, just above my heart, a silver mark gleams against my pale skin. A double crescent moon, intricate and beautiful, glowing with an otherworldly light.

The Moon Goddess's mark. Selene's gift.

'She really did it. She really sent me back.'

My fingers trace the symbol reverently. In my past life, this mark never appeared. But now... now I bear the goddess's blessing. Proof of my rebirth, my second chance.

"Eleanor!" Luke's voice is harsher now, tinged with real anger. "Answer me! What's gotten into you?"

I turn to face him slowly, my mind still reeling from the magnitude of what's happened. He stands naked by the bed, his perfect body on full display, his green eyes blazing with confusion and growing fury.

Six years ago, I would have been intimidated by that look and I would have apologized and tried to soothe his anger.

But I've died once already. I've seen what his love really means - lies and betrayals.

I will never give my heart to this asshole.

Luke takes a step toward me, his brow furrowed. "Eleanor, you're scaring me. You're acting completely insane."

"Nothing." I shake my head, forcing myself to focus. I can't tell him the truthhe'd never believe me. And even if he did, he's not the ally I need. He's the enemy I have to outmaneuver.

"Eleanor, listen to me." Luke's voice takes on the commanding tone he uses when he wants compliance. "I don't know what kind of game you're playing, but it stops now. Our engagement announcement is next week. The whole pack is expecting us to present a united front."

Engagement announcement. Right. In one week, Luke will publicly claim me as his future mate in front of the entire Icefang Pack. In my past life, I was so excited I could barely sleep.

Now the thought makes me sick. Because I am not the same woman who died six years from now. This time, it won't be Eleanor Blake who dies in that cell.

I have already know the nature of this man and how this story ends. So this time, I'm going to write a different ending.