
Born From The Ash
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He rejected her under the moonlight. Now fate has thrown them into the same war...
Aria Ashborne was supposed to be forgotten the castaway of a fallen pack, the daughter of a disgraced Alpha. But fate has a cruel sense of humor. When Alpha Kaiden Blackthorn the brutal enforcer of the Northern Territories discovers she is his fated mate, he rejects her in front of the entire council, branding her unworthy.
But Aria doesn't beg. She doesn't break. She builds. She builds in silence.
Now a fierce warrior leading her own rebel wolves, she's forced into an uneasy alliance with Kaiden when a deadly new force begins tearing through the werewolf ranks. Old enemies. New secrets. And a bond neither of them can truly sever.
What happens when hate burns hotter than desire? And when the one person you swore to destroy... might be the only one who can save you?
Born From The Ash Chapter 1
CHAPTER 1
THIRD PERSON'S POV
The wind howled through the trees like a grieving widow, low and sharp as it swept across the borderlands.
Aria Ashborne stood on a jagged outcrop of stone, her cloak snapping around her ankles as she surveyed the distant shimmer of firelight in the valley below.
Another rogue camp. Another reminder that the world she once knew had turned its back on her
She hadn't been Alpha-blood in years-not since the day they dragged her father into the Council pit and branded him a traitor.
Not since the night their home burned and the mark of Ashborne was struck from every stone in their territory. And she was forced to run away with her younger brother, and leave her beloved family to turn to ashes.
Now, she is a shadow. A ghost. A weapon wrapped in skin and silence. A waiting fire to burn down each and everyone who's responsible for her family's downfall.
Behind her, a low growl rumbles, she turns to find David, a massive black wolf with a scar running down his muzzle, stepping out of the trees.
"Trespassers on the northern ridge." He said, shifting mid-stride into his human form. "Scouts. Council has sent."
Aria's jaw clenched and her fists tightened on her sides. "How close are they?"
"Too close." David answered, looking at her leaving.
She moved fast, the conversation already forgotten as she stalked through the woods toward their camp.
The others were there, Cera, always sharp with a blade and sharper with her tongue. Jax, quiet and twitchy, but deadly with traps. And Mira, the healer who spoke more to herbs than to people.
And last but not the least, her three years younger brother, Alexander- Alex Ashborne, dangerously silent and sly like a fox, but a golden retriever for his sister and friends.
This was her pack now. Not by blood, not by name. By survival. Just them.
"We'll move east before sunrise. They're coming again!" Aria informs them, standing in the middle of them. "Pack light. No fire tonight." She instructed.
"Let them come." Cera hiss, scrunching her nose in displeasure. "I'm sick of running."
Aria met her eyes, her gaze hard and firm. "So am I. But we're not ready, not yet." She says, gritting her teeth.
"We understand you, Ash, and we're not complaining about it." Alexander says, smiling at her, while strapping a sharp dagger around his ankles.
She smiles and turns to leave to pack her things. They start to pack important things, some food, herbs, weapons they have and other stuff.
Later, beneath the canopy of stars, twenty three years old Aria sat alone with her dagger. She ran her thumb over the hilt, carved with the Ashborne crest. The only piece she hadn't let go.
The forest whispered her name. Not the one given by the Goddess. The one forged in fire exile. Rogue Traitor's spawn.
She closed her eyes, and for a moment, she remembered what it felt like to belong. The warmth of her mother. Her father's laugh. The certainty that she would one day lead the people.
But the world didn't want a queen forged in ruin.
They wanted a weapon.
And Aria Ashborne was ready to become one. Ready to give back whatever the world gives her when she's not ready.
The memories flow in her mind, how the council members accused her father as a traitor who shielded the rogue wolves, how they humiliated him, and mercilessly executed him because of a false alarm.
How the world waits and sees others attacking her family, killing her mother, elder brother and sister, her uncle, Aunt, and how much her family suffers in front of her eyes.
But still her family tried their best to escort both her and Alex out of their burning house, so they could be saved, lived the life they couldn't.
A sixteen year old Aria was not big enough to handle herself or the sudden burden on her shoulders, along with her little brother, she struggles to move on, trust on someone, and survive.
But eventually she gets along with the rough world, never trusting others except yourself, she survives, her brother survives, and they build their own home.
"I'm coming back, bastards! This time, it will be you and your family burning in fire, dying, crying for mercy but they'll get none." She mutters, her tone filled with venom as she opens her eyes and looks in front of her.
"You have enjoyed your life until now, but not anymore." She grits, getting up and looks around then walks into her brother's tent, and a smile curves on her lips.
Alexander sleeps peacefully, knowing his sister is out there to protect him. Aria covers him with the quilt properly and places a soft kiss on his forehead before going back and sits beside the fireplace.
"It's going to be the Moon Ceremony in a few days." Mira says, stepping out of her tent and goes to sit beside Aria. "What do you think, will you find your soulmate?" She jokes, bumping her shoulders into hers.
"You know, Mira, I'm not at all interested in that shit! My goal is different." Aria replies, and scoffs at the mention of 'mate'.
Mira smiles sadly, looking up at the shining moon and a tear rolls down from the corner of her eyes, which she quickly wipes it off.
But it was useless as Aria has already noticed her tears and fragile attempts to act nonchalantly.
"Maybe...you know you can find your soulmate too. He was not your soulmate, but a chosen one, and I think your true soulmate is out there in this world." Aria says, looking away from her to save her from embarrassment.
Mira chuckles and shakes her head. "Some feelings are hard to let go, Ash! It hurts badly to hold back but it hurts more badly to let go."
"It will only hurt once when you let go, but you will suffer all over your life if you hold it back." Aria retorts back, turning her head to look at her best friend.
"Can you also let go of the feeling of revenge for your family?" Mira snaps, but suddenly she realizes what she's done. "I...I'm sorry, I don't-"
"No, I can't." Aria cut her off, looking up at the sky. "And it's not because of love, but betrayal, when you and your whole family are falsely accused and killed." She says, her eyes brimming with silent anger she's been holding.
"I can't let go because I have lost my everything for the things we never did. And I will not sit back peacefully until I tell the whole world that my dad was innocent,my family were innocent." Aria says in determination and clenches fists.
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Born From The Ash of Contents
Chapter 1 Ch. 1Chapter 2 Ch. 2Chapter 3 Ch. 3Chapter 4 Ch. 4Chapter 5 Ch. 5Chapter 6 Ch. 6Chapter 7 Ch. 7
Chapter 8 Ch. 8
Chapter 9 Ch. 9
Chapter 10 Ch. 10
Chapter 11 Ch. 11
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7.2
In the roaring flames of the abandoned warehouse, my skin blistered and peeled.
Through the crackling fire, my sister Elara's malicious voice echoed. She told me my husband, Damien, was dead, and it was all my fault.
For years, I had treated Damien like a monster. I fought him, threw tantrums, and desperately tried to escape our marriage, all because I blindly followed Elara's advice.
"Remember, the harder you fight, the more disgusted he'll get."
She texted me things like that, telling me to smash vases over his head and run away, claiming she was protecting me.
In reality, she was poisoning my mind, stealing my valedictorian spot at university, and plotting to crawl into my billionaire husband's bed.
My foolish rebellion cost me everything, ultimately leading to Damien's tragic death and my own fiery end.
As the massive explosion tore my consciousness to shreds, I finally understood who truly loved me and who the real monster was.
I died suffocating on my own agonizing regret, wishing I could tear Elara apart.
Then, a rush of freezing air punched into my lungs.
I opened my eyes to the crisp scent of cedar and mint. I was back seven years ago, on the very night our marriage was supposed to go to hell.
This time, looking at Damien's flawless, unscarred face, I didn't push him away.
I wrapped my arms around his neck and made a silent vow: I would make every single person who ever hurt him bleed.

7.7
Nora's life turned into a nightmare after she was banished from her pack by her own husband. She was subjected to mockery, abuse and humiliation before being cast out with nothing.
Faced with the cruelty of a world that had never once been kind to her, the moon goddess decided to bless her with her fated mate.
The same man she watched slaughter others without a single trace of mercy. The man who was twice as cold and twice as ruthless as the husband who destroyed her.
Yet he would not let her go. She found herself stuck between the husband who used her and the ruthless mate who wanted her but refused to admit it. Two powerful men. One woman who was never supposed to survive any of it. And a moon goddess who was not done with her yet.

7.1
I was the Architect who built the digital fortress for the most feared Don in New York.
To the world, I was Brendan Wiggins’s silent, elegant Queen.
But then my burner phone buzzed under the dinner table.
It was a photo from his mistress: a positive pregnancy test.
"Your husband is celebrating right now," the caption read. "You are just the furniture."
I looked across the table at Brendan. He smiled and held my hand, lying to my face without blinking.
He thought he owned me because he saved my life ten years ago.
He told her I was just "functional." That I was a barren asset he kept around to look respectable, while she carried his legacy.
He thought I would accept the disrespect because I had nowhere else to go.
He was wrong.
I didn't want to divorce him—you don't divorce a Don.
And I didn't want to kill him. That was too easy.
I wanted to erase him.
I liquidated fifty million dollars from the offshore accounts only I could access. I destroyed the servers I had built.
Then, I contacted a black-market chemist for a procedure called "Tabula Rasa."
It doesn't kill the body. It wipes the mind clean. A total hard reset of the soul.
On his birthday, while he was out celebrating his bastard son, I drank the vial.
When he finally came home to find the empty house and the melted wedding ring, he realized the truth.
He could burn the world down looking for me, but he would never find his wife.
Because the woman who loved him no longer existed.

8.9
Aliana braved a heavy storm, carrying a warm stew for her fiancé, Ivan, just as she always put his needs before her own. This ingrained habit, a survival mechanism from a cold childhood, was about to shatter into a million pieces. Tonight, everything she believed was a lie.
The iron gates of Ivan's private villa flashed red, denying her entry, and a guard mumbled lies. Ignoring him, she pushed past, a strange orchid perfume leading her to Ivan's car, where a tube of crimson lipstick lay on the passenger seat. Through a window, she saw him with another woman and a small child, an image that felt like jagged glass twisting in her heart.
Then his words cut through the storm, cold and cruel:
"Aliana is just a placeholder."
He was marrying her for her multi-billion-dollar patent, a secret deal made with her own parents, who had sold her for a kickback to buy this very house. Her family, her love, her future-all were a calculated lie.
Her inner wolf, usually fierce, fell terrifyingly silent, replaced by a chilling resolve. The burning acid in her throat wasn't just bile; it was the taste of her shattered devotion.
She didn't want his apologies or his guilt. She wanted his ruin, and as Ivan walked in with a fake smile the next morning, Aliana was ready to deliver it.

9.0
Adaline Poole thought she had escaped her family's toxic corporate grip by moving to London and adopting a stray cat named Monty.
But when she returns to her empty apartment, her father delivers a chilling ultimatum: he has kidnapped the cat and will euthanize it by morning unless she accepts an arranged marriage with Barron Cooke, a notoriously elusive billionaire.
Her entire family becomes complicit in her sale. Her mother demands she secure their elite status, and her brother secretly spies on her social media to feed Barron her every move. Horrified to discover Barron is a thirty-three-year-old "fossil" twelve years her senior, Adaline resorts to sabotage. She goes to a Soho club, takes a scandalous photo with a frat boy, and sends it to the old billionaire to disgust him into canceling their upcoming dinner.
But her rebellion backfires horribly when the frat boy spikes her drink with a powerful narcotic. As her body burns with a terrifying, feverish heat, she collapses in a dark corridor. Stripped of her phone and betrayed by her bloodline, she is left utterly defenseless as a predator approaches to drag her away.
Suddenly, the heavy fire door is kicked open by a towering, terrifyingly handsome stranger who effortlessly neutralizes her attacker.
"Please... help me," Adaline begs, deliriously throwing her burning body into his arms.
She has absolutely no idea that the handsome savior she is clinging to is Barron Cooke himself.

7.8
Alexis signed the divorce papers, leaving her with no assets, no alimony, and just the clothes on her back.
To forget her abusive husband Carlos, she got drunk and bought a high-end gigolo for the night with her last 800 dollars.
But the man she slept with wasn't an escort. He was Jarrett Hughes, a ruthless billionaire CEO.
And while she was gone, her ex-husband was busy destroying her entire life.
Carlos framed her with fake photos of her cheating to justify the penniless divorce.
Then came the real nightmare.
Carlos and her own aunt secretly drained her family's corporate accounts, driving her father to jump off a building.
At the hospital, her grieving mother blamed her for the tragedy, violently attacking her in the ER.
To top it off, her cousin Josie—who was secretly sleeping with Carlos—held her father's ashes hostage.
"Crawl on your knees and pick it up, or the ashes go in the river," Josie sneered, throwing cash into the freezing slush.
Stripped of her marriage, her father, and her dignity, Alexis sat bleeding in the snow.
She couldn't understand why the people she loved most had coordinated such a brutal slaughter against her.
But Carlos and Josie made one fatal mistake.
They didn't know the "gigolo" Alexis had accidentally bought was the most powerful man in New York.
Alexis looked at the towering billionaire standing behind her, a vengeful fire burning in her eyes.
"I need you to get my father's ashes back," she said, pulling him into a kiss right in front of her ex-husband. "I don't care what it takes."







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