His Regret: Her Rebirth
Xenia was given forcefully to be the enemy's bride who took out his hatred on her. Forced to substitute her sister, she discovered her husband was her mate but unfortunately he couldn't sense it.
Xenia, was forced to birth an intense hatred in her heart for the Lycan king due to how he humiliated and let her be a subject to mockery.
At the age of 20, her powers manifested and she boldly rejected the Lycan King, who now feels sorry, regretful, and ashamed of his actions when he discovered she was his mate.
She escapes but unfortunately falls into the hands of Werewolves hunters and was raped, dying in the process.
Before her death, she pleads to the moon goddess for a second chance, if possible to relive her life and got her wish. Xenia was determined to use this chance to turn things around and get revenge.
Will she succeed?
Things didn't turn out to be the same and she discovered revelations which took her into another world entirely, revelations that showed her she misunderstood things in her past life and the real Villian was actually closer that she thought?
Now the questions are:
Who is Xenia?
Was she set up to be killed, the night she escaped or it was all a coincidence ?
Who is the mastermind behind everything?
And finally, would she ever forgive Rico and let go of the pasts?
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Chapter: Chapter EightyTHE ARCHITECTXENIA’S POVThe sigil sat on my table like it belonged there.Sharp, black, cold even after hours of contact with the warm air of the chamber. A circle, enclosed within a triangle. No letters. No markings. Just a symbol. But it meant everything.Jarin had given it to me before disappearing into the woods.No apologies. No plea for mercy. Just a warning:“You’re not done yet.”He was right.I wasn’t.I couldn’t be—not with this thing in my hands, pulsing like a heartbeat that didn’t belong to me.Someone was still pulling strings.And now we had a name.The Architect.REYNA’S POVWe’d gone after Cerra thinking she was the mastermind.Then Saelin.Now? Now it felt like those two had just been chapters in someone else’s story. Pieces moved around a board they didn’t even realize existed.And that person—whoever they were—was still out there.Still hiding behind whispers and shadows, controlling from a distance.And Xenia…She wasn’t going to rest until they were found.RICO
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-nineTHE HOLLOW TREEXENIA’S POVThe forest was quiet.Too quiet.The kind of silence that presses in on your ears and makes your heartbeat feel too loud. We moved carefully, no unnecessary movement, no torchlight. Just the moon, casting silver between the trees, guiding our steps.The message had said four nights from now. It was the fourth.And we were here.North ridge. Hollow tree. Third root.I counted the trees as we passed, scanning each trunk. Reyna walked beside me, hand on the hilt of her blade. Elric took the rear, while Rico stayed just ahead, eyes sharp, every sense on alert.No one spoke.We didn’t need to.We were walking into something dangerous.But the silence held something else, too.Anticipation.Because tonight, we were going to get answers.REYNA’S POVWe spotted the hollow tree at the crest of the ridge.Old and wide, half of its trunk rotted through. A perfect place to leave something. Or someone.I stopped just before it and crouched low, inspecting the base.Ther
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-eightTHE RED FEATHERXENIA’S POVThe feather wouldn’t leave my mind.It sat on my desk, light as air, but heavier than any sword I’d ever carried. A single curve of crimson—once bright, now dulled with age—resting against a black journal filled with secrets we weren’t supposed to find.Cerra had worn a red feather like this. So had her personal guards.But she was gone.And the guards were either dead, reassigned, or imprisoned. So where did this one come from?That’s what I kept asking myself.And why did it feel like it had been left for me to find?RICO’S POVXenia was too quiet again.That particular kind of quiet she only wore when her thoughts were sharp and her heart was heavy.She hadn’t touched her tea. She hadn’t looked up when I came in.Just sat with the journal open in front of her, her fingers resting lightly on the last page.“She’s not done,” she murmured.I blinked. “Cerra?”She shook her head slowly. “Whoever replaced her. The one who stepped into her shadow and stayed th
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-sevenTHE ONE IN THE WALLSXENIA’S POVThe worst kind of enemy is the one you don’t see.The one who doesn’t wear a title or sit on a throne or raise their voice to make themselves heard. The worst kind of enemy whispers from behind walls, moves in the spaces between, and lets others carry out their cruelty.And now we knew—someone like that was watching us.Lira’s words echoed all night, over and over.“I didn’t work for Saelin. I worked for the person he was working for.”It haunted me.Because that meant the true puppeteer hadn’t even stepped into the room yet. They were still behind the curtain, pulling strings, measuring our next moves before we even made them.And I hated that I didn’t know who they were.But I was going to find out.REYNA’S POVXenia didn’t sleep.Not even for a few minutes.She poured over the original blueprints of the palace—scrolls that dated back decades. Every corridor. Every servant’s tunnel. Every chamber long sealed.And it was there, just past midnight, tha
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-sixSMOKE AND MIRRORSXENIA’S POVYou’d think there would be peace after something like that.After you stand in front of everyone and pull the truth out like a blade. After you expose the rot, rip it out root by root, and watch the man responsible walk away in chains.But there wasn’t peace.There was only smoke.The kind that clings to your clothes long after the fire’s out.Because something still didn’t sit right.And that feeling didn’t leave me—not even as I stood alone in my chambers, the council chamber finally empty, the city settling into uneasy sleep.Saelin had fallen. But he had smiled while doing it.Why?REYNA’S POVWe thought Saelin would panic when he was exposed. Or at least lash out, throw names, offer bargains. That’s what people did when they were cornered.But he hadn’t.He had gone down too quietly.And now Xenia was pacing the floor, her mouth drawn tight and her mind miles away.“What if he wanted to be caught?” she asked suddenly, eyes fixed on the window.I blin
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Chapter: Chapter Seventy-fiveTHE TRAPXENIA’S POVThere’s a certain calm that comes when the decision’s already made. Not relief. Not peace. Just stillness. Like the quiet before lightning touches ground.That’s what I felt when Saelin left my study.I knew I would never invite him back.He walked out with that same graceful arrogance he wore like armor. I watched his steps, the slow, measured ease of a man who had always been five moves ahead. But not this time.This time, we were the ones holding the blade.We just had to choose when to strike.REYNA’S POVThe plan wasn’t elegant. It didn’t need to be.Saelin had been hiding behind Cerra, using her as a shield while he maneuvered quietly. Now that she was out of the way, he was starting to step forward. He’d begun to suggest new appointments, talk about trade reforms, even hinted at “restructuring” the war council to bring in fresh voices.It was subtle.But it was happening.And if we didn’t act now, he’d be too deep in to stop.ELRIC’S POVWe needed to catch
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