Novels by Astel

Disowned and disgraced, I traded my blood, powers, and name to become Leslie Cooper — a nobody hiding among royal wolves, vampires, mermaids, and more at an elite academy. But my black wolf and buried past threaten everything, unless I survive long enough to become the warrior her mother never was.

"I, Alpha Jace of the Makasi Moon Pack, refuse to let this fat thing be my Luna." "And I—" My voice cracked, stammering through the agony. "I, Ophilia of the Makasi Moon Pack — refuse to accept the Alpha's rejection." They called me the fat maidservant nobody wanted. Then the moon goddess made me the mate of the Alpha heir — and he rejected me in front of four hundred wolves rather than claim me as his own. I'm Ophilia. Nine years I served the Draven royals in silence, swallowing every insult, every slap, every reminder that I would never be enough. So when Alpha Jace looked at my body like it was something to be ashamed of and refused me on that platform, I didn't break like they wanted me to. I stood back up. I refused his rejection right back — binding him to me forever, whether his pride could stomach it or not. They beat me. They tore the only thing my dead parents left me from my hand. They hunted me through the woods like an animal. They should have killed me when they had the chance. Because I'm not the same girl who ran into those trees. I have a new face, a new name, and a secret bloodline old enough to burn their entire throne to the ground. I'm going to walk back into that packhouse, take back everything they stole from me — and if the Alpha who called me unworthy falls in love with a woman he doesn't even recognize along the way? Good. Let him choke on it. He rejected the girl. He has no idea what's coming for the woman.

"Did you really think a fat, dying human could ever truly be my Luna?”, the words I never expected from Jacob, my bond mate came out with no remorse I gave that man everything. My body. My loyalty. My son. My Health. And when his fated mate walked in, he chose her — then watched Lucy kill my child before he finished what she started. I died hating them both. I woke up as someone else. My name was Rachel Black. Now I'm wearing Danielle Carmen's face, sleeping in her bed, married to a man who never wanted me — Jackson, obligated to me by a mother who's been pulling his strings since birth. I don't remember Danielle's life. But I remember someone tried to end it before I got here. So I'll use what she left me. Her body. Her history with Jacob. Her enemies, who I'm about to make my own. I'll burn Jacob's reputation with the truth of what he did with me. I'll bury the mistresses circling Jackson's inheritance one by one — until I find out how deep this family's rot really goes, and who I have to become to survive it. I'm not the woman who begged for love anymore. I'm patient now. Careful. Ruthless when I need to be. But every enemy I destroy costs me an ally. And when the people I trusted turn their backs on me at once, I'll have nothing left but an old blood ritual, my son's memory, and one last war to fight — not for my crown, but so no one else pays what I paid.

"You actually thought I'd marry you for you?" His mouth curled. "You fat, disembodied creature." "I should've never rejected my fated mate for a bulldozer like you." "You were never meant to be Luna," I, Phoebe Rousey died on my fifth wedding anniversary, betrayed twice over. My mate, Alpha Simon of the BlackAsh pack, has spent five years using me only to seize both my birthright and the Starlight throne — and on the night I finally catch him, he tells me the truth: he rejected his real fated mate, Stella, to marry me for power alone. Before I could process the wreckage of my marriage, Stella tears through the glasshouse Simon once built me with his own hands and murders me in cold blood, jealous of every year I spent as Luna in her place. I woke up twelve days before my original bonding ceremony, young again and armed with memories no one else should have. Determined not to become a pawn a second time, I hide my knowledge behind the same soft, unsuspecting mask I wore the first time around, quietly preparing my pack for a war I now know is coming. When Simon reappears with his same practiced charm, I play along, accepting his invitation to the Crescent Festival — and his public proposal — with calculated precision instead of naive devotion. Stella is there too, and she remembers everything from our first life, including the murder. With her once-victim now forewarned and her rival still very much alive, Stella makes clear she's willing to kill me all over again. Armed with foreknowledge but facing an enemy who shares it, I must decide how far she's willing to go to survive — and win — this time.