When The Alpha Demanded My Silence

The smell of bleach stung my cracked hands as I scrubbed the pack house floors. Five years. One thousand eight hundred and twenty-five days of waiting, and today was finally the day. My fingers were raw, bleeding slightly as I applied more pressure to a stubborn stain. "Just like your father," Mother's voice sliced through the morning air. "A curse upon this family." I didn't look up. "I'm almost finished, Mother." "See that you are. Today is important. We must impress the Alpha when he arrives." My heart fluttered at the thought. Ace Harris.

Aster spent years trying to forget the boy who shattered her. Lysander Arion was her first love, her first wound, and the prince whose choices left her heart bruised and burning long after he disappeared from her life. She swore she would never forgive him, never trust him, never let his name touch her lips again. But fate is cruel, and the ancient Blood Crown is even crueler. When Aster is chosen as the only soul compatible with the dying magic of the royal bloodline, she is forced into a marriage with Lysander, a union sealed by prophecy and a bond that sinks its claws straight into her heart. Suddenly she is trapped in a castle filled with enemies who want her gone, a kingdom that whispers she is unworthy, and a husband who looks at her with hunger and regret tangled together in every lingering glance. Lysander claims he wants redemption. He claims he never stopped loving her. He claims the crown needs her more than he does, yet the way he touches her tells another story entirely. His possessiveness coils around her like velvet and chains, tempting her to forget every reason she once had to hate him. Every heated argument drags them closer. Every forbidden moment melts into something neither of them is strong enough to fight. But shadows move beneath the throne, secrets stir in the halls at night, and the power growing inside Aster may be the reason the kingdom is falling apart. As her enemies circle and Lysander tightens his grip on both the crown and her heart, Aster begins to wonder what is more dangerous. The prophecy that binds them, or the prince who whispers that she was always meant to be his.

The annual pack alliance ceremony was always a grand affair, with delegates from neighboring packs gathering to renew their vows of peace and cooperation. I stood beside Wilson, my fingers lightly brushing against his as was expected of a Luna, though he had made it clear through his stiff posture that he'd rather I kept my distance. Three years of this treatment had taught me to hide my hurt well. The Great Hall of the Moonstone Pack house glowed with amber light from hundreds of candles, their flames reflecting off the polished wooden tables where Alpha Elena Blackwood and other visiting dignitaries sat. I kept my face composed in a serene smile that grandmother Luna had taught me was befitting of a Luna, even as my wolf, Aria, whimpered inside me. *Stay strong,* I silently assured her. *Just a few more hours and this will be over.* I watched as Rosa glided across the hall in her ceremonial dress—a stunning creation of silver silk that complemented her delicate frame. She had positioned herself strategically near the altar where the alliance documents would be signed, ensuring all eyes would be on her during the most important moment of the ceremony. That's when I noticed it—a small tear forming along the seam of her dress, just below her shoulder blade. The fabric was stretching dangerously, threatening to reveal more than just a glimpse of skin.

The clash of steel and screams of men filled the air as I ducked behind a fallen cart. Medieval warfare was nothing like I'd imagined—it was worse. The stench of blood and fear hung thick around our encampment, a constant reminder that Stefan and I were far from our modern lives in New York. Three months since we'd mysteriously appeared here, and I was still adjusting to leather armor instead of designer suits, to swords instead of spreadsheets. "Formation!" Commander Reeves bellowed, his voice carrying across the training field. I gripped my sword tighter, the leather wrapping on the hilt now familiar against my palm. My muscles had strengthened from daily training, my reflexes sharpened. Somehow, I'd adapted faster than Stefan, whose academic mind struggled with the physical demands of this brutal era. "Eleanor, flank right!" The command came, and I moved without hesitation, my body responding with a fluidity that still surprised me. Across the field, Stefan was paired with a burly soldier twice his size.

Reborn: Lord of the Undead Dominion Tagline: When a legendary necromancer returns to his childhood, the world that betrayed him will kneel. Once a peerless human powerhouse on the cusp of ascending to the 12th Rank, Royan met a brutal end at the hands of treachery during his final transcendence. But fate granted him a second chance-he awakens in his five-year-old body, with a century of arcane wisdom, mastery of necromancy and alchemy, and the burning fire of vengeance in his veins. In the magical world of Amelia, where races rise and fall by a millennium-old cycle, humans defied destiny to claim dominance. Now reborn, Royan hides his ancient soul behind a child's facade, wielding unmatched spiritual power and forbidden knowledge to rewrite his fate. He'll protect his family from the shadows, gather loyal warriors and fearsome undead companions, and unearth the conspiracy that cut his first life short. From summoning skeletal legions to forging legendary artifacts, from outwitting scheming nobles to challenging the gods of old-Royan's path is paved with blood, bone, and unyielding ambition. The world thought him fallen, but the Necromancer Lord has returned. This time, he won't just survive-he'll conquer the dominion that was stolen from him, and reign over Amelia as its undead sovereign. If you crave fast-paced action, epic world-building, and a protagonist who turns weakness into strength with wit and overwhelming power, this dark fantasy saga is for you. Dive in and witness the rise of a rebirthed legend-where death is just the beginning of conquest.

In her past life, Isla Montclair gave everything to her sister, Vivienne, and her fiancé, Ronan - her smarts, her opportunities, everything that should have been hers - only to be betrayed on her wedding eve by the two people she trusted most. Now reborn two months back, Isla won't sit back and let them have it all; she's going to reclaim what's hers and make sure Ronan and Vivienne get exactly what they deserve. With her past knowledge and experience, she's building her escape plan, and no one will manipulate her, deceive her, or belittle her this time. But in this second chance at life, she didn't expect her famous boss, Lucian Vale, to have his eyes on her. He watches her silently, smiles at her, assists her, and his eyes bury deep secrets inside. She doesn't understand him, and she won't let him trick her too. But Lucian Vale is also here to reclaim what should have been his, and he won't be standing back watching anymore.