Sapphyra
Sapphyra used to have it all: a super-genius husband, a superhero career, and a dragon side she actually got along with.
Then everything went to hell.
When the world faced a threat she couldn't punch, Sapphyra tried to sacrifice herself so everyone she loved could escape. But Wyatt, her husband with backup plans for his backup plans, refused to let her die. He trapped her inside a digital coma, planning to wake her when the world settled down.
That was 100 years ago.
Now Sapphyra has ripped herself free and woken to a ruined city, a broken world, and a body she barely recognizes. Her powers are locked away. Her dragon side is caged. And the Class System controlling it all? Wyatt put it inside her.
Because of course he did.
It only gets messier. Guy, the charming golden retriever-energy hero she met inside the coma, is real-and so are his feelings for her. Meanwhile, Wyatt separated his mind from his body, so now his consciousness follows Sapphyra around like a brilliant, possessive bad hangover.
And then there's Rupert Domingo, the madman who escaped her digital nightmare and now rules the ruined city like his personal kingdom. He knows what happened while Sapphyra slept, and he'll give her answers...
If she survives his game first.
To win, Sapphyra has to rebuild her city, untangle her powers, face Wyatt's sins, and decide what scares her more: losing herself to grief, or becoming the dragon Rupert is desperate to wake up.
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Chapter 6
The silence was deafening as I trailed behind him, guilt twisting my gut back into knots. I wasn't used to walking in high heels-let alone anything other than a wedge.
Guess who tripped on her big-ass feet and squealed like a pig to break the ice? Me.
"Whoa! Easy there." He caught me. Of course he did, he's got super speed. Still...why is he holding me for so long?
I gulped, disliking how chiseled his arms were.
"You can let me go now." I softly muttered, more irritated than I intended. Guys blush was cute, almost cuter than his dimple–not that I cared.
He quickly let go, quietly coughing to himself. We continued walking in silence, yet it felt worse now than before. Eventually, after a soft tour of the mansion, we stopped right before a pair of grand oak double doors.
"Maybe I–"
"Do you–"
We looked at each other and laughed a little. Talking at the same time like we're in some sort of rom-com is not how the day should go. It's not how an apology should start.
"Sorry." I finally let it out.
He waved it away, shaking his head.
"Don't be. Besides, today isn't about me, it's about you." Guy beamed a little, then opened the doors with a push of his fingertip.
Up until now, I had only seen Rupert Domingo in books and on ads–never in person. He rarely ever let anyone come to his place of dwelling outside of his small cabinet of advisors. Something about him felt...wrong and right at the same time.
He was tall, nearly as tall as me with my complexion too. Salt and pepper hair slicked back with horn-rimmed glasses met me first. HIs grey eyes and slim face came second.
It wasn't his clothing that drew me in, or the way he stood with his hands clasped behind his back. His smile though...there was something familiar about it but I couldn't put my finger on it.
"Sapphyra, it's nice to finally meet you in person. Please, have a seat." Rupert motioned towards the chair in front of his expensive looking oak desk. Real oak too, not the synthetic stuff we grow in the east district.
I couldn't help glancing at Guy but he was nowhere in sight. That did little to help my nerves. At least the doors were still wide open.
"I never thought I'd be sitting here, Mr. President. I hope these chairs are sturdy." I mentioned with a nervous laugh, silently praying that they were actually built for hefty people. My hand covered my heart as a wave of relief washed over me when my ass didn't fall through the flimsy looking chair.
He smiled and sat down as well.
"Please, call me Rupert. And I'll let you know a secret, everything in this office is reinforced."
Blinking, I looked behind him at the paintings on the wall and the huge windows looking out onto his front lawn.
"Yes, everything–even the windows. I had it set up that way in case a monster should ever find itself here. Don't get me wrong, I trust that my men are highly trained but those beasts are tricky." My brow raised when he clenched his fist and slid it under the table.
The smile returned with a vengeance.
"Speaking of beasts, I've noticed the work that you do as a Battlefield Janitor and I am thoroughly impressed."
I shrank a little in my chair. What could he mean by that? What work? Guy said he would keep my secret-
"Sapphyra, what would you think about a class change?" The way his ocean deep blue eyes bore into me made me feel restless.
"A class change? You'd waste that on me?"
"Hm. That's right, you've reminded me about how tricky it is to come by one of the Applications. That said, I'm the president. I have a few to spare but this one is special. It's the second ever artificial Application made. The first belongs to our resident superhero, Guy Dynamo."
"Wait, his Application is artificial? What does that mean?"
The president drummed his fingers across his desk, stroking his chin. He stands up, walking towards the window.
"Come, stand by my side." It wasn't a request. My body moved but I felt like a leashed dog following its master.
For the first time in my life, there was a man shorter than me that I felt intimidated by-and it had nothing to do with his Class.
"What do you know about the Class system?"
"Is this a pop quiz? Should I have studied?" Why the hell would I say that? My idiot meter must be on eleven today.
He chuckled, shaking his head.
"It's fine. No one wants a history lesson anyway. Instead...tell me about 12 years ago."
My throat ran dry, palms so sweaty that I could hear it dripping. I shoved them behind my back.
"What about it?" There's only one thing he could be referring to.
I glance back at the door, noticing Guy leaning against the doorframe. His nostrils flared and his arms were crossed. Once he caught me gawking, he clenched his jaw and turned his back on me.
Why doesn't he like this conversation?
"A tragedy." The only real answer I could give him without turning into a puddle of tears.
"Sir. That's a very rough day...for both of us. We should switch topics." Guy said, suddenly next to me. His presence comforted me, just a little.
And that scared me.
Rupert looked between the two of us. His smile returned, softer–yet no less predatory.
"You really don't think you're special at all...do you." He all but whispered it, in awe.
Rupert smiled like he knew an inside joke. Raising a brow, he asked "Cleaning up battlefields...are you sure that's all you're good for?"
All I could do was nod-too petrified to speak. I knew I was lying but no good would come from him knowing my abilities.
Rupert reached into his pocket, pulling out a small remote. He pressed the button and the windows turned into a projection screen.
Why did that make me start sweating?
"If cleaning up is all you do...then what am I looking at right now?"
There on the screen was a top down view of me expelling Penny's house from my body.
Well shit.
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8.9
Just hours after I endured a grueling labor to give Kaelen, my fated mate and the Alpha, two beautiful twins, he walked into the infirmary.
Instead of holding our newborns, his Alpha aura pinned me to the bed as he coldly announced, "I reject you as my mate."
He claimed I reeked of another Alpha. His sister Vanessa threw a stack of photos at my face, showing me at a cafe with a broad-shouldered man. Before I could even explain, Kaelen forced a pen into my trembling hand while I was still bleeding, making me sign away my parental rights. His mother then snatched my newborn son Liam from the crib.
"Take the girl and get out of my territory," Kaelen commanded, leaving me in the freezing room with my severed mate-bond and my crying daughter.
I didn't understand how our sacred bond could be shattered by a single fake photo, or how my fated mate could be so blind and ruthless as to rip my baby from my arms.
Five years later, his precious heir is dying, and Kaelen desperately needs an alliance and a bone marrow donor. But when he finally sees me at a high-society gala, he doesn't find a broken, exiled Omega.
He finds me standing beside that very same "lover"—Dominic, the Alpha of the Silverwood Pack, my older brother. And this time, I am the one holding the blade.
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."
7.6
I woke up to the suffocating smell of copper and sulfur, my fingers wrapped around a blood-soaked leather whip.
Hanging from an obsidian cross in front of me was a boy with silver hair and dead, golden eyes.
His pale chest was torn open to the bone.
I recognized those eyes immediately. I had spent three years describing them on my laptop.
He was Kamari Monroe, the tragic, overpowered protagonist of my own web novel.
And I wasn't just a bystander. I was Benedict Guerrero, the sadistic academy headmaster. The ultimate villain.
A reel of images flashed in my mind: my original ending. Kamari, fully awakened, skinning me alive and burning my soul in a furnace for forty-nine days.
My loyal attack dog, Gideon, stepped forward with a basin of glowing green liquid.
"Headmaster, let me wake him up with this bone-rot acid so you can resume."
If that acid hit Kamari, his hatred would become permanent. My gruesome death would be sealed.
But if I broke character and apologized, the magical world would sense the shift, and Kamari would just think it was a sicker, more twisted trap.
How was I supposed to survive a death sentence I wrote myself?
I couldn't show weakness. I had to play the monster to survive.
Suppressing my terror, I smashed the acid basin, healed his ruined flesh with agonizing dark magic, and lied straight to his face.
"Someone had to be the monster to push you into the fire."
This time, I will rewrite my own fate.
9.2
Lainey spent her last life destroying herself for Larry, only to become the woman he discarded most cruelly. He never loved her, never wanted her, and made no secret that his first love still owned his heart.
On their wedding day, he abandoned Lainey at the altar for that woman, then later used Lainey as nothing more than a stepping stone for his company's rise. In the end, he even had her kidney ripped from her.
Reborn at the very moment everything began, Lainey called off the wedding without hesitation. But after losing her, Larry begged desperately.
Lainey shot him a cold look, then turned and walked straight into the arms of a powerful, aloof man, who stared down at Larry with pure contempt. "She's my wife now."
7.4
Bridget, a ruthless twenty-first-century Wall Street analyst, woke up violently coughing up murky lake water in a decaying 1978 slum.
She quickly realized she was trapped in the body of a naive, marginalized teenager who had just committed suicide over a boy's cruel rejection.
The original girl had been mercilessly bullied by a fake rich kid named Kurtis and his cruel followers. They had publicly read her desperate love letters out loud, mocking her as a toad trying to eat swan meat, and simply watched as she threw herself into the freezing water. Now, her impoverished mother was left weeping by the bed, facing catastrophic debt and total social ruin in their small town. Everyone expected the surviving girl to wake up begging and crying for the boy who humiliated her.
Instead, a cold, calculating fury took over Bridget's analytical mind.
"I already died in that lake. That stupid girl is never coming back."
How could anyone throw their life away for a pathetic, vain clown wearing a mass-produced fifty-dollar watch? To Bridget, those uncollected love letters weren't symbols of teenage heartbreak. They were toxic assets. They were reputation landmines left out in the open that threatened her new family's survival.
Locking away the dead girl's weak emotions, Bridget forced her freezing, exhausted body out of the clinic bed. She set a hard three-month deadline to drag this family out of tier-one poverty. But first, she was marching straight to the volunteer camp to liquidate those liabilities and completely destroy the people who drove this body to death.
8.6
In my past life, I was the weak Luna everyone despised.
A fake daughter!
A disposable pawn!!
A girl my family happily executed!!!
They forced me to marry my brother to protect the family's reputation. They feared the world will know that their Alpha Son was born Impotent- they made me carry the blame of-
"A HEN THAT CANNOT LAY EGGS!!"
I obeyed them... and it cost me my life!
Their real daughter framed me countless times. My husband who was also my brother and we grew up together never believed me... They called me fake and treated me like a servant. She framed me and made the wolf world see my shame. I died trying to save my life from them.
But I woke up 10 years before my death.
This time, I refused to play their game.
After accepting the marriage to my brother...
I went behind them to meet my mate. The most feared man in our CLAN. His Uncle.
The crippled Lycan lord in disguise who once asked me to marry him.
He thought I had come to reject our bond like my past life but this time. --------I stood before him with a dangerous deal.
"Do you still want to stay the crippled Uncle in the shadows?" I asked, in a serious tone.
He replied. "I don't know what you are saying."
I knelt down placing my hands on his lap."Tomorrow morning they will be here. Do you dare to come claim your mate?"
This Time!!......I' Elena Alvarez, will Light fire to their World.