Reborn As The Lycan King's Fated Mate
I thought I had found my savior in Alpha Camron after my adoptive family was brutally slaughtered.
But as I lay chained to the damp dungeon wall, my inner wolf silenced by silver poison, he sneered and rejected me.
"Did you really think I loved you? You were just a dumb, loyal dog."
He confessed that he had orchestrated my family's murder to frame Lycan King Asher.
Blinded by his lies, I had plunged a silver blade into Asher's heart—the only man standing in Camron's way to the throne.
My step-sister Erica then arrived to deliver the final, crushing blows.
"He was your true fated mate, Ella," she whispered with sadistic glee. "He loved you so much he retracted his aura, leaving himself defenseless so you wouldn't get hurt killing him."
Worse, she laughed at my swollen belly, revealing the baby I carried wasn't Camron's. He had paid a filthy Rogue to defile me in the dark.
The man I murdered was the other half of my soul, and the monster I trusted had destroyed everything I loved.
My heart simply gave out, drowning in an abyss of pure agony and hatred.
Opening my eyes again, the stench of burning flesh was gone.
I was back in my attic bedroom on my fifteenth birthday.
Today was the day my evil stepmother would start her deadly plot.
This time, I would tear them all apart.
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Chapter 7
Ivy POV
Johnny coughed up another mouthful of dark blood, his fragile wolfless body trembling violently under Alpha Derrick’s suffocating aura.
Luna Jean Mason stepped forward, her elegant features twisted in a frown. "Speak, servant. What exactly happened here?"
Terrified of being torn apart, Johnny scrambled backward, his eyes darting wildly before landing on the sobbing Darcie. "It was her!" he shrieked, pointing a bloody finger at the Omega maid. "She stole the box! She threatened to frame me if I didn't help her run away! I had nothing to do with it!"
Darcie gasped, too paralyzed by Denisse’s previous threat and the crushing class divide to defend herself. She just wept into the dirt.
Alpha Carlton’s jaw tightened. His Inner Wolf sensed the holes in the wolfless man's frantic story, but with the esteemed Mason Alphas watching, he needed to bury this humiliating Russell Pack scandal immediately.
"Enough," Carlton commanded, his Alpha's Command rolling over the lake. "Butler, drag this thieving Omega to the Dungeon. The Elders will deal with her."
From the shadows of the weeping willows, I watched with cold satisfaction. My Inner White Wolf was dormant, but my instincts were razor-sharp. Darcie and Johnny were nothing but pathetic scapegoats, entirely unaware that I had orchestrated their downfall.
But Denisse wasn't satisfied. Seeing her grand plot to ruin me end with a mere servant's punishment, her jealousy flared. She needed the final nail in my coffin—the forged love letter she had ordered Darcie to plant in Johnny's pocket.
"Wait, Father!" Denisse stepped forward, feigning deep concern. "The study... important Pack territory maps and documents are kept there. What if they stole more than just jewelry? We must search them thoroughly to ensure no Pack secrets are leaked."
Alpha Derrick released a low, warning growl, his Inner Wolf deeply offended that a Russell female was demanding to search a Mason servant. But Carlton, eager to prove his Pack's security, nodded.
The Pack Butler quickly patted down the weeping Darcie, finding nothing. He then moved to the trembling Johnny. Reaching into the man's inner coat pocket, the Butler pulled out a folded piece of parchment.
"A document, Alpha," the Butler announced.
"Read it aloud," Carlton ordered, his tone leaving no room for argument.
The Butler unfolded the paper. Instantly, his face flushed a deep, embarrassed red. He stammered, his eyes darting nervously toward the Mason family, completely unable to speak.
Before Carlton could bark another order, Dixie, sensing blood in the water, snatched the letter from the Butler's hands. The low-ranking Omega had suffered under Jackie and Denisse for years, and she wasn't about to miss an opportunity.
"Oh, my!" Dixie gasped with exaggerated shock, her eyes gleaming maliciously as she read the words aloud for the entire lake to hear. *"My dearest Denver, my body aches for your touch. Meet me beneath the Ancient Pear Tree tonight. I am entirely yours."*
A deathly silence fell over the lake.
"What?!" Alpha Derrick roared. He ripped off his heavy leather riding boot and swung it brutally against Denver’s head. "You dare sneak around with a Russell she-wolf behind our backs? You bring shame to the Mason Pack!"
Denver stumbled, clutching his bleeding lip. "Father, I swear I've never seen that letter!"
Jackie, her face ashen, rushed forward. "It's a setup! Someone is framing my daughter!"
But Carlton had already snatched the letter from Dixie’s hands. I watched his eyes scan the neat, elegant handwriting. Then, his nostrils flared.
In the werewolf world, scent was absolute. When I knocked Johnny out, I hadn't just changed the signature from 'Ivy' to 'Denisse'. I had meticulously coated the parchment in Denisse’s distinct, pungent rose scent, completely erasing my own crisp lily aroma.
The undeniable stench of roses hit Carlton’s nose, confirming the horrifying truth. The handwriting was hers. The scent was hers.
Blind with rage and absolute humiliation, Carlton turned to Denisse. He didn't speak. He simply raised his hand and delivered a vicious, Alpha-strength slap across her face.
The sharp crack echoed like a gunshot. Denisse was thrown backward, crashing hard onto the cold stone pavement by the lake. Blood instantly welled at the corner of her mouth, and a nasty bruise began to form on her forehead.
"You shameless, disgusting wretch," Carlton snarled, his eyes glowing with lethal fury.
Denisse clutched her swelling cheek, sobbing hysterically as the reality of her ruined reputation crashed down upon her. She had no defense. The trap she built for me had snapped shut on her own neck.
Standing quietly in the silver moonlight, smelling faintly of pure lilies and rain, I allowed a small, chilling smile to touch my lips.
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8.3
When Eli is forced to enroll at Blackwood Academy, he thinks it is just another remote boarding school. But on his first night, he realizes the terrifying truth.
This school is a prison.
Trapped in endless, deadly time loops, students are forced to complete cruel, supernatural trials. Ghosts, cursed hallways, hidden rules, and unspeakable creatures hunt them after dark. The only way to stay alive is to solve mysteries, earn credits, and obey the academy's twisted commands.
No one remembers how they arrived.
No one has ever graduated.
No one leaves alive.
Eli must team up with other desperate students to uncover the academy's century-old secret. If they fail, they will be trapped in the nightmare forever.
At Blackwood Academy, survival is the only exam.
7.5
For five years, I was locked away in the freezing royal dungeon, starved and used as a bloody plaything by the kingdom's sadistic Cabinet Minister, Brandt Fischer.
He tortured me daily for one twisted reason: I simply looked like someone else.
When he visited my cell to casually announce my father's execution and drag a silver dagger across my neck, he expected me to beg.
Instead, I laughed, sank my teeth directly into his carotid artery, and was violently thrown against a jagged stone wall to my death.
As my skull cracked and my blood stained the moss, I thought about my so-called family. The moment Brandt had demanded me, my father, the Duke, handed me over without a single hesitation to save his own political career.
I was nothing but a disposable pawn, left to rot in the dark while the monsters who ruined my life thrived.
I died suffocating on my own blood and absolute, destructive vengeance.
Then, I opened my eyes.
I was lying in my silk-sheeted bed, reborn as my fifteen-year-old self.
Today was the exact day Lord Daryl Langley, the God of War, would be ambushed and crippled—the event that allowed Brandt to seize ultimate power.
I immediately stole a horse, rode to the palace gates, and threw myself directly in front of Daryl's moving carriage.
"I just didn't want to see a hero die like a slaughtered pig."
I didn't care if I had to shatter my own ankle to hijack his convoy. This time, I was going to save the general, and he would become the blade I use to slaughter them all.
8.4
My mate, Alpha Santino, brought another woman into our home. She was a pregnant Omega, the widow of his fallen Beta, and he swore to protect her above all others.
He gave her my seat of honor, left our bed cold each night to soothe her feigned nightmares, and ignored me completely. I was the Luna of the Blackstone Pack, but I was becoming a ghost in my own life.
The final betrayal happened in my own bedroom. She stood over my vanity and deliberately shattered my mother's sacred moonstone necklace, the last piece of my family I had left.
When Santino burst in, he didn't see my heartbreak. He saw only her fake tears.
"What did you do to her?!" he roared, his voice laced with the Alpha's Command, a sacred power he used to crush my will.
Then, for her, he did the unforgivable. He raised his hand and struck me, his mate.
In that instant, the love I had desperately clung to turned to ice. The man I had sworn my life to had not only betrayed me but had defiled the sacred bond the Goddess herself had blessed.
As the pain of his betrayal ripped through me, something ancient and powerful awakened in my blood. I rose to my feet and spoke the words that would destroy his world and begin mine.
"I, Alessia Bianchi, reject you, Santino Moretti, as my mate."
8.8
"Werewolves are just a fantasy. They can't exist in the real world. You don't have to say such absurd things just to claim my son as yours. Alpha, my ass!" -- Noreen.
"You left me speechless, miss, and therefore you must take responsibility. I couldn't have sex with anyone after that night you marked me. Now, be my Luna, and I'll give you the world. Besides, even without a DNA test, he's definitely my son. He has a strong Alpha aura." -- Alpha Thiery. "He's my heir, the next Alpha of my pack!"
Noreen Winchester never imagined that her reckless, unprotected sex with a mysterious, charming man, on the night her ex-boyfriend married her cousin, would transport her to a world she had previously only considered a fantasy.
That one-night stand caused Alpha Thiery to lose all sexual desire after a beautiful, sexy woman bit his mark gland during a wild night at his uncle's bar three years ago.
His inner wolf claimed that the woman, whose name he didn't even know, was his mate. But the woman was a mere human, and it was impossible for him to have Luna, a mere human.
Then, after many years, the woman appeared before him again, with a boy who was every bit like himself.
The problem was, the woman was not only a mere human, but also incredibly stubborn, believing that anything related to werewolves, vampires, witches, and all supernatural creatures existed only in children's fantasy tales.
Alpha Thiery had to prove that he was a real being, not just a fairy tale creature. More than that, the child she bore was his flesh and blood, the next Alpha of his pack, and he had to have him. necessary, with her, too. Even if she was only a mere human.
9.0
I traded my innocence to my fated mate, the Alpha King, just to get a stalk of Moonlight Grass to save my dying brother.
But after a night of agonizing physical connection, he didn't mark me. Instead, he tossed me a single, useless dried leaf and a credit card, treating our sacred bond like a cheap transaction.
When I refused his insulting offer to be his secret, nameless mistress, he choked me against a wall and banished me from his lands forever. I fled to the human city, only to watch from the shadows a week later as he publicly escorted a pure-blood noble female, preparing to make her his Luna. Meanwhile, I was forced to sell herbs in the lawless black market just to survive, where I was cornered by a gang of violent rogues.
I didn't understand. We were chosen by the Moon Goddess. When our skin touched, the mating sparks nearly blinded us both. Why did he look at me with such cold disgust? Why did he throw me away like trash, only to parade another woman as his queen?
Running for my life from the rogues, I tripped and fell onto the asphalt, right at the feet of a convoy of black SUVs.
The man stepping out was the Alpha King who had sworn to kill me if he ever saw me again.
But as the rogues demanded I be handed over, his eyes darkened with a terrifying, primal fury.
"She's mine."
9.4
I was the eldest daughter of the powerful Kirk family, sent away to a Swiss sanatorium to recover from my supposed mental illness.
But my stepmother, Johnie, never intended for me to get better. She sent her personal cleaners to drag me onto a plane back to Washington D.C.
In my past life, I didn't know they were assassins. I was forcefully injected with heavy sedatives and locked in a secret torture chamber inside our luxury estate.
My stepmother and cousin skimmed my inheritance while watching me suffer.
They framed me as a crazy addict, and my own father, a sitting Senator, turned a blind eye to protect his political career.
"Her political value is gone, just get rid of her quietly."
That was the last thing I heard my father say before I was brutally slaughtered by my own family.
Until my last breath, I couldn't understand why they hated me so much.
Why did my father let them force those pills down my throat?
Why was my life worth less than my stepmother's public image?
Opening my eyes again, the freezing sensation of lake water filling my lungs vanished.
I was back in the VIP room of the St. Moritz Sanatorium in 2023.
It was the exact morning before the cleaners walked through my door with uncapped syringes.
This time, I wouldn't just survive. I was going to cut the throat of the Kirk family.