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Seducing And Playing My Alphas

Five years ago, Zaria Blackthorne lost everything. Framed as a traitor's daughter, she watched her parents die, was betrayed by her fated mate, Callum Nightbane, and cast into prison-only to be saved by a monster who wanted to ruin her. That night, she should have died. But fate had other plans. Now, she's back. No longer the naïve girl who once begged for mercy, she has been reborn as Celeste Draven, the temptress of Nightbane Academy. With a new identity, a rare bloodline that makes her irresistible, and a body forged for seduction, she is ready to dismantle the lives of those who betrayed her-one sinful encounter at a time. But revenge comes at a cost.  Three powerful men are obsessed with her and they are a tool in her revenge games and then she realised the deeper she played, the harder it becomes to keep the men in control. And what do you think will happen when the truth comes to light, and she discovered she was being played herself? Will she sacrifice her love for vengeance or allow her enemies to burn and claim the throne for herself? Dive into this story of betrayal, revenge, reverse haram, and obsession, where no man actually owns Zaria Blackthorne.
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Chapter 5

Zaria's POV 

Five years later

"I can't believe you're really leaving, huh?" A deep, raspy voice filled my ears as warm fingers trailed lazily behind me, cupping my breasts and fondling them roughly.

"Hmmmm," I moaned with my eyes closed but didn't turn around. I won't fall into his seduction games again. My thighs were already burning from him fucking me all night and I couldn't afford him taking me again. 

Instead, I quickly picked my clothes that were scattered on the floor. I wore my bra and pants, then pulled on my dress. I turned to the man lying on the bed-a striking figure with sharp golden eyes and tousled dark hair. Rylan Draven, the Rogue Prince. 

Five years ago, the Rogue king, Cassius Draven had saved me that night after Ashen left. He took me into his home, cared for me and adopted me as his daughter. I will be eternally grateful to him.

Daughter? The word was funny, because here I am, secretly sleeping with his son, my supposed brother. 

Our relationship started on a platonic level. When I just came, my life was in disarray. Callum's rejection, my parents' death and most importantly the guilt of my stupid self fucking Callum the night the parents died, weighed down on me. I even attempted suicide once, but Rylan rescued me before the wolfbane started having effect. Since then, he had always been my by side, making sure I was never alone.

But on my twentieth birthday night, everything changed. He came to my room exactly when the time struck twelve to be the first person to wish me a happy birthday. That night, we succumb to our desires, and never stopped since then. 

I don't love him. That was weak, and it doesn't exist in my world anymore. But I love the way he buried himself inside me.

I smirked, fastening the side zipper. "Jealous?"

Rylan got off the bed, his balls dangling between his legs as he walked towards his closet and pulled out a fresh set of underwear. "Not jealous, just disappointed. I was hoping to keep you locked up here a little longer. You had the best tits I've ever seen. I'm going to miss em." 

I rolled my eyes, but a knowing smile tugged at my lips. Of course, I knew how much Rylan loved my big, plump breasts. He would always suck, knead them at any given opportunity. He couldn't get enough of them.

"You could always come around to check up on me." I stepped closer, brushing my lips against his, savoring the familiar taste of him before pulling apart. "That is, if father can handle you being away."

He smirked, slipping his arms around my waist to pull me closer, but I slipped away from his grasp, straightening my dress. "Go raise hell at that fancy academy of yours," he mused, watching me with a mixture of amusement and something else I couldn't quite place.

I turned to leave, throwing one last smirk over my shoulder. "Oh, I intend to." With that I stepped out and quietly moved through the corridors towards my room. This is how it has always been, we spend the night in eachother's room and leave at dawn before anyone sees.

Getting to my room, I sighed, already tired of the long journey ahead-I'Il be transferring to Nightbane Elite Academy and I needed to fucking get ready.

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The academy loomed ahead-grand, prestigious, and crawling with Werewolves who looked at me with disbelief as I struggled with my boxes looking for my dormitory. Here, no one has the idea who I really was. Good. I had left Zaria Blackthorne behind. Now, I was Celeste Draven, an enigma with a new face and a past erased.

On my twenty one birthday, I woke up with a different face from the one I had always known. I was scared when I looked at my reflection in the mirror and saw that my brown eyes had changed to silver and even dark hair also changed to silver. Infact, my entire face changed, giving a different look. But Cassius calmed me down saying I had a rare bloodline, hence the altered look.

And I loved the change because it had made changing my name and getting into the academy earlier. And that I'm here I can't wait to destroy all those we have hurt me, used me and cast me aside. Everyone in the Nightbane Academy and Pack will feel what it's like to betray someone who has been broken.

Now, I'm all out to destroy. I have lost everything I hold dear: my identity, my body, my dignity, so I have nothing to lose anymore. I'm already down, so I'd bring them down with me.

I heaved a sigh of relief when I found the dormitory. "Room 23," I muttered, dragging my box inside the building. 

Inside, the room was neat and well decorated. There were four bed spaces and I met three other ladies inside which means I had the last space.

My new roommates, introduced themselves. Lila was beautiful with a curvy body. Kira wasn't that beautiful but she had a likeable spirit from the way she helped me with my box when she found me at the door earlier. Ava was beautiful and petite framed.

Lila grinned, flopping onto her bed. "So, Celeste, why transfer in your third year? You have just two years until graduation. It's seems ....unnecessary."

I smirked, sitting on my bed. "I have always wanted to come here, but you know how difficult it was to get in. So when I heard it was earlier to transfer, I took my chance."

She nodded, seemingly satisfied.

Kira handed me a bottle of water, which I took with a grateful smile. "But....you really need to be careful, Celeste. This school isn't always welcoming to transfer students. The elites think we don't belong here."

Oh, I know.

I had heard of the bullying of transfer and low ranked student and it was one of the reasons why Cassius wouldn't let me come until I was older. He believed I would lost myself in the demons lurking around in the academy. But he had no idea, I already become a demon myself.

I nodded, but before I could respond, Ava shrieked with happiness, staring into her phone. "Okay, ladies, we have the biggest event of the year coming up-Aria's birthday party tonight. And we have to go!"

Lila rolled her eyes but grinned. "The Queen of Highlights is throwing another spectacle, huh?"

My breath hitched for a second before I forced my expression to remain neutral. I had never expected things to move so fast. It seems the Moon Goddess is truly by my side. Aria. My former best friend. Callum's Mate. The woman who had watched and helped as he destroyed me. 

I'm so loving this.

"Celeste, would you like to come along?" Kira's voice pulled me out of my thoughts.

I didn't hesitate.

"Sure," I said smoothly, my lips curving into a smirk. "Sounds fun. I'm in."

Queen of highlights, huh? Let's see for how long she would be able to keep up with that title. 

Because I'm back. 

The one and only true Queen.

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