My sister, on the other hand, chose to marry a strong werewolf leader, only to become the most inconspicuous of his many lovers.
Driven mad by jealousy, she pushed me off a cliff during a witches' full moon festival, leading to my death.
When I opened my eyes once more, I found myself back at the matchmaking ceremony, with my sister already running towards the direction where the vampire prince would be in distress. I realized she too had been reborn.
However, she didn't know that becoming the prince's bride was easy.
The real challenge lay in capturing his heart and bearing his child.
The power of witches stems from desire, an ancient rule engraved in our bloodline.
Once a witch reaches adulthood, her potent magic becomes restless, yearning for union with a powerful partner to achieve balance. Otherwise, the uncontrolled magic would destroy her over long nights.
The elders of the covenant, wary of us causing trouble outside, mandated that our first task upon reaching adulthood was to select a suitable partner and strengthen relations with other races through marriage.
Today, we had just arrived at the altar and hadn't had the chance to properly observe the diverse men before us.
A girl beside me nudged me gently: "I saw your sister Novalee on the way here.
She was running towards the Shadow Forest, and no one could stop her. Isn't she participating in the ceremony?"
Her words made me realize immediately.
It seemed I wasn't the only one reborn; my dear sister likely returned from our past life as well.
Her hasty dash towards the Shadow Forest must be for her dream of becoming queen with wealth and glory.
Before I could respond, a sudden, chilling gust swept through, and the sky darkened under a gathering storm of clouds.
In an instant, the day turned to night, and several ornate black-and-gold carriages drawn by nightmare beasts descended from the sky. A few vampire envoys appeared before us, announcing the prince's decree.
My heart skipped a beat; with my past experience, I knew this was Prince Alex coming to marry his "savior."
In the previous life, my sister deliberately put obstacles in my path, sending me to the Shadow Forest to pick night-blooming flowers for her.
Unexpectedly, I stumbled upon a man who had been ambushed and lay unconscious on the ground.
Initially, I intended to harness a witch's life force to revive him and satisfy my most primal desires.
However, upon awakening, he handed me the vampire prince's signet ring.
Not only did he reveal his identity as the vampire prince, but he also proclaimed through a bloodline bond that I would be his future partner.
Our witches' covenant held a moderate position, never having experienced such an honor.
Naturally, I had no choice in the matter; a few words sealed my fate.
Despite the vampires being rulers of the night, they harbored a hidden secret: to bear a pureblood scion, the mother must nourish the fetus with her life essence.
The vampires' bloodline power was so overwhelming that ordinary women couldn't withstand it.
Typically, after a few months of pregnancy, the mother's life force would be exhausted, resulting in her death along with the fetus.
Yet, I miraculously survived and gave birth to the only pureblood scion of that generation. The vampire prince was overjoyed and forged an eternal blood bond with me on the spot.
Decades later, Alex inherited the title of duke, and I naturally became his sole queen, enjoying endless wealth and honor.
Meanwhile, my sister, who had chosen the werewolf leader, found him to be a philanderer with countless lovers, unable to become his only "moon mate."
Seeing him only once a month, she couldn't satisfy her witch nature, living in constant sorrow.
Finally, during a witches' full moon festival, she deceived me to the edge of a cliff and pushed me off.
The haunting despair of my death is unforgettable.
Suddenly, Alex appeared hand in hand with my sister, surrounded by the elders of the covenant, brimming with affection: "Novalee has a kind heart.
She saved me in the forest. From now on, she is my chosen bride."
I followed protocol and knelt down, while my sister looked at the crowd with undisguised glee.
However, in a place she couldn't see, a faint smile tugged at my lips.
Dear sister, if you're so eager to die, then I have no choice but to grant your wish.