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 9
Ivy POV
As Carlton’s heavy footsteps faded into the night, the suffocating weight of his Alpha aura finally lifted from the Moon Lake. For a moment, there was only the sound of Denisse’s pathetic sobbing.
Then, Dixie, who had been cowering near the willows, let out a sharp, cruel laugh.
"A royal?" the low-rank Omega sneered, stepping out of the shadows to look down at the ruined girl. "You couldn't even secure a Mason, you delusional little whore. Look at you now. You're nothing but trash."
Denisse snapped. A feral, agonizing shriek tore from her throat as her Inner Wolf, driven mad by the ultimate humiliation, took over. She lunged at Dixie, and the two women crashed hard onto the cold stone pavement.
It wasn't a graceful fight. Dixie, accustomed to hard labor and possessing the brute strength of a working Omega, easily overpowered the pampered girl. She grabbed a fistful of Denisse’s perfectly styled hair and dragged her nails viciously across her cheek, screaming curses at both Denisse and her mother.
"Stop it!" Jackie shrieked, her face pale with panic. Being entirely wolfless, she had no physical power to separate them. She could only rely on her stolen matriarchal authority. "Unhand her, Dixie, or I swear to the Moon Goddess I will have you whipped until your bones show!"
Fearing Jackie’s lingering influence over Carlton, Dixie reluctantly let go. She spat on the ground near Denisse’s feet before scurrying away into the dark.
Denisse was left a broken, muddy mess. Her lip was bleeding, her forehead was swelling, and her opulent dress was shredded. Jackie dropped to her knees, trembling with rage as she held her daughter. "I will find the bitch who set us up," Jackie hissed, her eyes wild. "I will tear her to pieces."
Slowly, Denisse pushed herself up. Her bloodshot eyes darted around the courtyard until they locked onto the shadows of the weeping willows. Onto me.
"You," Denisse snarled, stumbling toward me. The pungent, sour stench of her panicked rose scent clashed violently with my crisp lilies. "You forged that letter! You stole my scent!"
I widened my eyes, the absolute picture of innocence. "Me?" I asked softly, my voice trembling just enough. "Denisse, I am wolfless. I don't even have an Inner Wolf to use the mind-link. How could a weakling like me extract a high-rank female's pheromones and perfectly mimic your elegant script?"
She froze. The logic was flawless to her. She had no idea that in my past life, desperate to be useful to Darius, I had endured agonizing assassin training to master the art of forgery and scent manipulation. To her, I was just the useless fifth daughter.
"I'll kill you anyway," Denisse spat, raising a trembling, dirt-stained hand.
"Enough," Jackie snapped, stepping forward with her usual imperious glare. She looked at me, expecting the terrified, submissive girl I used to be. "Ivy, help your sister back to her room. Now."
In my past life, I would have bowed my head and obeyed. Tonight, I simply looked at the wolfless woman who had stolen me from my true parents. I didn't say a single word. I didn't even blink. I just turned my back on them and walked away, leaving Jackie gasping in sheer, unprecedented shock at my defiance.
When I returned to the Luna's Suite, the suffocating stench of wolfsbane was gone, replaced by the soothing aroma of medicinal herbs. Josephine was sitting up against the pillows, her pale face drawn with sorrow.
"I heard the commotion," Josephine murmured, her voice frail. "Ivy, my sweet girl... it is a tragedy you lost the Mason match. Denver would have been a strong protector."
I sat on the edge of her bed and took her cold hands. "Mother, Denver despised me for being wolfless. He conspired with Denisse tonight to throw a servant into my bed and ruin me."
Josephine’s eyes widened, her breath hitching. "The Masons... they would stoop so low?"
"Jackie and her brood will not stop until we are all dead," I urged, squeezing her fingers. "You must use your Luna authority. You have to take back the estate."
Josephine shook her head, a tear slipping down her cheek. "I have no strength left, Ivy. Not since I lost my pup. My spirit died with that stillborn boy."
I stared at her broken, defeated posture, my chest tightening. She didn't know. She had no idea that her baby hadn't died. Jackie had bribed the midwife, swapping the healthy infant to secure her own position. That boy was Blake Russell, the Pack's eldest son and a formidable Dire Wolf warrior. And in my past life, Jackie had murdered him with silver powder right before his wedding to keep the secret buried.
If Josephine didn't fight, Blake would die again. I looked into her grieving eyes, realizing that the only way to awaken the fierce, protective Luna within her was to shatter the lie she had lived for over twenty years.
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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.