Burned by My Ex, Reborn as His King's Mate
Seraphina died betrayed. She perished in flames-poisoned by Darius, the fated mate she'd foolishly loved. Her childhood sweetheart, who sacrificed her only to save his mistress.
Reborn five years earlier, Seraphina vows: Never again. No more submissions. No more suffering his cruelty. This time, she'll rewrite her destiny - then she meets Kairos.
The Untamed Alpha King who loathes the mate bond after his own betrayal. Her second-chance mate - a bond that will kill her if she rejects it.
Now, caught between Kairos' relentless pursuit and Darius' desperate attempts to reclaim her, Seraphina faces an impossible choice:
Drown the world in vengeance... or risk her shattered heart on the mate who could either heal her scars or destroy her completely?
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Chapter 5
Seraphina's POV
I closed my eyes, feeling my heart race. He kissed me softly, but it sent a rush of heat through my veins. Amid my fear of Callista's arrival, he suddenly pulled away, his fingers still clenched tightly around my waist.
"My private room, upstairs," he whispered in a low voice that sent chills down my spine. "Five minutes."
Before I could respond, he vanished into the crowd, leaving me frozen, my knees trembling and my lips still warm from his touch. For the Moon Goddess, what had just happened? I must have been losing my mind.
"Sera! Are you okay?"
I snapped out of my daze, Callista's voice breaking through and pulling me back to reality. She ran toward me with genuine concern, the dim light hiding my red face and swollen lips.
"What did that jerk of a brother of mine do to you? Did he bother you?" she asked angrily. "Kaelos is always like that-thinking he can claim whatever he wants."
I shook my head quickly, trying to calm my racing heart. "No, nothing happened. He just... said hello." The lie slipped out before I could stop it.
"I want to go home," I added, this time telling the truth. The loud club music and judgmental stares were starting to feel suffocating. But there was something else-an invisible pull drawing me toward the stairs leading upstairs.
Callista grabbed my hand. "Okay, I'll take you home."
"No, it's okay," I said quickly. "I can go home by myself. You're having fun with your new friends. Go ahead."
She looked at me doubtfully. "Are you sure? We just got here."
"I'm sure," I smiled reassuringly. "I just need some fresh air for a bit. Maybe I'll come back later."
Seeing her hesitation, I added, "Really, I'm fine. Enjoy your night."
As she returned to the VIP room with her new friends, we parted ways. And me? I walked away, but my feet didn't head toward the exit-they moved instead toward the stairs leading to the upper floor.
Crazy. Maybe I was going crazy.
I'd just broken up with Darius, my wolf was in hibernation, and now I was heading to the private room of an Alpha I didn't even know-who also happened to be my best friend's brother.
At the end of the empty corridor, I saw a door with intricate carvings, unlike the others, without a number, bearing only the symbols of a crescent moon and the sun. My instincts told me he was there; I could smell his tempting scent from afar.
My blood began to race again, my desire reigniting as I remembered our interrupted kiss.
My feet moved on their own as if pulled by something invisible. I raised my fingers to knock when I reached the door, but it opened first.
His face was clearer in the brighter light, and he smiled at me with a teasing look. I swallowed nervously as my gaze fell to his neck and his chest peeking out from under his shirt, all the buttons undone. I could see his abdominal muscles, perfectly defined with beautiful curves.
"You came," he said, breaking the silence between us.
Before I could respond, he grabbed my hand and closed the door with a kick. He pulled me into his room and suddenly pushed me against the wall, pinning me there. His red, wet lips crashed into mine without mercy, moving with such passion, like a thirsty camel at an oasis, while his hands roamed freely over my body.
"I shouldn't be doing this," he whispered between kisses, yet his hands moved downward, tracing the curves of my body through the short red dress I was wearing. "But since you walked into that bar... you've been messing with my mind."
"Don't think about anything," I whispered, my fingers tracing the rough line of his jaw. "Tonight, I'm yours."
My words seemed to fan the flames of desire in him. Kaelos lifted one of my legs, wrapping it around his waist. As our kisses grew deeper and more tender, I felt his large hands caressing my thigh, sliding inward-touching my underwear, making me moan softly.
"You're already wet," he said with a teasing smile.
I nodded shyly. "You made me wet."
My body responded as if it had known him for years. Every touch sent waves of pleasure coursing through me like I had never felt before. Even on my best nights with Darius, I had never felt such a burning desire.
From afar, from the deepest corner of my mind, I could sense a faint movement-Lily, responding even in her sleep. But her voice was too weak to be heard above the roar of my blood.
He then drew me toward him and threw me onto the bed, my dress slipping up to reveal my smooth, tempting thighs.
Without a word, Kaelos opened my dress, threw it to the floor, unhooked my bra, and tossed it aside.
"You're beautiful," he praised.
"I know," anwer me.
With a mischievous smile, he stood up, quickly removing his shirt to reveal a muscular body adorned with battle scars-proof of his Alpha status. His hands moved to his belt, unbuttoning his formal pants with slow, torturous care.
I moaned, trying to endure the pain and pleasure at the same time. Kaelos was now on top of me, his face flushed and sweaty, but he still managed to smile.
He then pushed into me, starting slowly, then faster and more intensely. Our breaths grew heavy and intertwined, both of us moaning with pleasure. Waves of heat surrounded me as he quickened his rhythm-until finally, I felt a surge of heat fill me.
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7.1
The last thing I remembered was the blinding flash of my starship crashing. But instead of a rescue crew, I woke up tied to a wooden post, surrounded by hostile beastmen.
My universal translator kicked in just in time to hear their priestess, Chelsea, declare that I was a cursed demon who ruined their hunt. To save the clan from winter starvation, I was to be burned alive.
The flames were already blistering my legs, and jagged stones hurled by the crowd gashed my forehead. I barely negotiated a three-day reprieve to find them food, venturing into the deadly primeval forest.
I found a massive supply of wild potatoes and even gained the protection of Bronson, a terrifyingly powerful saber-toothed tiger beastman.
But Chelsea wouldn't stop.
She labeled my food as poisonous, tried to sentence me to starve in a penitent's cave, and when my agricultural knowledge proved her wrong, she invoked an ancient law. She incited the tribe's savage warriors to fight over me, turning me into breeding property.
I was a scientist offering them endless food, yet their primitive ignorance and one woman's vicious jealousy kept pushing me toward a brutal end. I was terrified, completely powerless against their monstrous physical strength.
As five ruthless challengers drew their bone axes to claim me, I begged Bronson to leave me and run.
Instead, he pulled me against his scarred chest and kissed me fiercely in front of the entire clan.
"She is my mate," he roared, unleashing a soul-crushing aura. "Anyone who wants her, come at me together."
9.2
Clara was drowning in student debt and barely making rent when she downloaded a fantasy mobile game to escape reality.
Inside the game, an exiled prince named Alex was freezing to death. Pitying him, she spent her last few dollars on microtransactions to fix his shelter and cure his poison.
But the game was far too real.
Every time she paid, the prince reacted. When she complained aloud about going broke, the in-game army suddenly halted, as if the prince had heard her voice.
Then, the terrifying real-world consequences hit.
Clara woke up to find her water glass and a box of Kleenex had vanished from her locked bedroom overnight.
She frantically searched the tiny apartment, her heart pounding in her chest.
She thought she was losing her mind. Had she thrown them out in her sleep? Was there a stalker hiding in her home?
How could physical objects just disappear into thin air behind a deadbolted door?
Until she looked at her nightstand.
Sitting exactly where her missing items used to be was a glowing, weightless crystal cup that defied all logic.
And on her laptop screen, the exiled prince was carefully holding her Kleenex box, offering a mountain of real gold on an altar.
She hadn't just downloaded a mobile game; she had opened a cross-dimensional trade route with a desperate future king.
9.7
Some chains are forged in iron.
Others in desire.
Sebastian Kol has existed for six centuries. Cursed to burn alive in his own skin every night he transforms into a beast even he cannot control. He wants one thing. Freedom. And after five centuries of searching, a prophecy finally gives it a name.
Leilani Ravenwood.
She carries the mark of the moon goddess on her skin and a prophecy that brands her as his salvation. Her blood silences his beast, and her touch sets him on fire.
In the worst possible way. And in the best possible way.
Furious at the hold she has over him, Sebastian takes her, strips her of everything, and bends her world until it breaks, determined to own what the goddess dared to use against him. What follows is dark and consuming. A monster who has never met his match, and a woman who proves to be it.
But Leilani Ravenwood does not break easily. And somewhere between the hatred and the hunger, the punishment and the pull, the ancient beast begins to suspect the terrible truth.
The woman born to be his salvation may already be his undoing, his poison and cure wearing the same skin.
And he is running out of reasons to care.
9.5
As a highborn succubus, I somehow managed to starve myself to death-thanks to my obsessive cleanliness and ridiculously picky appetite.
When I opened my eyes again, I had transmigrated into Vivian Hartwell-the long-lost "real" daughter with a tragically cursed fate.
I had barely been taken back into the Hartwell family before they forced me to attend a so-called "death matchmaking" event in Kingsford-on behalf of Natalie Hartwell, the fake heiress-to meet Damian Blackwood, the infamous "living reaper."
Rumor had it Damian was brutal and bloodthirsty-every woman who'd ever been involved with him either ended up dead or driven insane.
At the event, over a hundred socialites were trembling on their knees, silently praying they wouldn't be the one chosen.
Just as Damian let out a cold smirk and reached to pick his unlucky victim, I took a deep breath from the back of the crowd.
The scent emanating from him was a rare, potent masculine essence-something encountered perhaps once in ten millennia.
For a painfully picky succubus like me, this was nothing short of salvation.
I kicked aside the girl blocking my way, my eyes practically glowing as I threw both hands up. "Pick me! Hurry, pick me!"
7.3
For a thousand years, the Vora beastmen have been cursed by a madness-a burning sickness in their blood that only one thing can soothe: the legendary 'Blood-Blessed,' a human female whose very scent is a living cure.
When a virus wiped out nearly all females, their desperate hunt for this mythical girl turned into a brutal conquest. They crushed our fallen human kingdoms, reducing us to breathing meat under their cruel "Livestock Codex."
To save my little sister from being branded for their elite breeding auction, I took her place in the male-only death draft.
Disguised as a boy, I was thrown into a pitch-black labyrinth, a living sacrifice meant to feed their ultimate nightmare: the feral, half-dragon Mad King.
He tore our steel cage apart like wet paper. I pressed my back against the freezing wall, watching in horror as he slaughtered the screaming men around me.
He ripped the filthy coat from my body, exposing my true gender. As his crimson eyes locked onto my throat and he opened his jaws for the kill, my rage burned away my fear.
I was a pureblood heiress of a dead empire, but I would not die cowering like an animal. I gripped a shard of glass, ready to aim for his eye.
But as he lunged, the glass sliced my palm. The moment my blood hit the air, the legend became my reality. The sweet, intoxicating scent that flooded the dark wasn't just my pheromones-it was the living cure.
The terrifying, apocalyptic tyrant froze mid-strike. He dropped his massive body to his knees, his fangs retracting as he gently, desperately licked my bleeding hand.
His chaotic red eyes darkened with an absolute, world-ending obsession as he pulled my fragile body against his burning chest.
"Mine."
I was meant to be his final meal. They called me the Blood-Blessed. He called me his Queen.
9.2
I woke up suffocating in the dark, only to find my mind trapped inside a tiny, plump, and entirely uncoordinated body.
A cold, mechanical voice echoed in my brain, announcing that I was dead in my original world and had transmigrated into a corporate revenge novel as the six-month-old illegitimate daughter of Edward McClure, the story's ruthless villain.
The system mercilessly outlined my doomed fate. Tonight, my cold-blooded father would abandon me to a state orphanage. By age two, he would officially sign my rights away, leaving me to die miserably at the hands of human traffickers. Outside my nursery, I could hear his terrifying footsteps approaching, his voice devoid of any human warmth as he debated throwing me out like garbage. I was completely helpless, trapped in a baby's body, staring up at a man who looked at me with pure, visceral disgust.
Why did I have to be reborn as the tragic cannon fodder of a tyrant destined to put a bullet in his own head? How was I supposed to win over a severe germaphobe when my unequipped infant reflexes made me literally pee and vomit all over his pristine Tom Ford suits?
"Your ultimate mission is to prevent Edward McClure's self-destruction. Step one: Survive tonight's abandonment crisis."
Hearing the system's terrifying ultimatum, I swallowed my adult panic, forced a pool of pitiful tears into my large eyes, and reached my chubby little hands toward the monster.