Reborn to the Alpha’s Obsession
He betrayed my love. He ripped my throat open on the stone altar. And by the time he realized he had slaughtered the wrong woman, it was already too late.
I, Thalia, was nothing but a wolfess-less human used as a political shield by Alpha Vance. For years, I gave him everything, believing that being locked away in my room was his way of protecting me, while Vance poured all his passion into the bed next door with my best friend, Elena. On the night of the coronation, I died a tragic death, my human blood drained completely just to awaken the dormant wolf power of his secret mistress.
But death did not destroy me. Instead, it awakened an ancient, long-forgotten bloodline of blood witches within my veins, violently hurling my soul back into the past—right on the day of our grand betrothal banquet.
Reborn with full memories of the future, I refuse to be a fragile doll ever again. I choose to burn everything down. I publicly reject Vance in front of the entire pack council, shattering his pride, and flee into the forbidden Blackwood Forest to strike a dark alliance with Lysander, the ruthless Lycan King feared as a god of death.
Can I rise into a formidable woman alongside Lysander to crush Vance’s allies and masterfully manipulate this blood-soaked destiny? Will I be strong enough to personally execute my former betrothed to satisfy my vengeance, then seize the crown of the ultimate High Luna in the most magnificent wedding the continent has ever seen? And what will truly become of my relationship with the terrifying Lycan King in the midst of a fated mate bond that constantly burns us alive?
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Chapter: Chapter 5: The Spark of the BondThalia’s POVThe water in the copper tub was scalding hot, but it did nothing to wash away the phantom feeling of Lysander’s hands on my skin.I sat submerged up to my shoulders, scrubbing the dried mud and Vance's scent off my arms until the skin turned raw and bright pink. Two Lycan maids had brought me the water and a simple, emerald-green silk tunic, but they hadn't spoken a single word. They had looked at me with wide, terrified eyes before scurrying out of the room, locking the heavy oak door behind them.I was a prisoner. A luxury prisoner, but a prisoner nonetheless.I leaned my head against the rim of the tub, staring at the flickering fire in the hearth. My mind raced through the timeline of my past life. In that timeline, right about now, Vance would be comforting me after a grueling pack meeting, pretending he was fighting the elders for our love. He would be feeding me sweet promises while Elena sneaked into his bed.A bitter, cold laugh escaped my lips. Let them cel
Last Updated: 2026-05-24
Chapter: Chapter 4: The King’s CageThalia’s POVThe obsidian gates of the Lycan citadel didn't just open, they groaned like waking monsters.Lysander carried me past the threshold as if I weighed nothing more than a stray feather. I kept my arms locked tightly around his massive shoulders, my fingers dug into the thick leather of his jacket. Every single movement he made radiated a terrifying, effortless power. I could feel the hard, shifting muscles of his chest pressing against my ribs, a constant reminder that the man holding me could snap my spine with a single twist of his hand.The thick, intoxicating scent of cedarwood and ozone rolled off his skin, suffocating my senses. My human heart hammered against my ribs, so loud I was certain he could hear it. Every place our skin met felt like it was being branded by liquid fire. The fated mate bond was a living, breathing entity between us, screaming at me to submit, to bury my face in his neck and let him claim me.But I clamped my teeth together, forcing the prim
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Chapter: Chapter 3: The Forbidden Woods and the Lycan KingThalia’s POVThe night air sliced across my face like a razor as I sprinted through the pitch-black woods.The white silk dress I wore was ruined, torn at the hem and caked in thick mud and thorn scratches. In the distance behind me, the blood-chilling howling of Vance’s tracking wolves echoed through the trees. They were fast, closing the distance easily with their apex predator instincts."She’s heading for the northern border! Catch her alive! The Alpha wants to skin her legs himself!" a warrior's voice roared from just over the ridge I had passed.I didn't stop. My bare feet were bleeding, leaving small crimson smudges on the dead leaves I trampled, but the physical pain paled in comparison to the phantom memory of a knife at my throat. I knew the only way to survive a pack of hunting wolves was to go somewhere they would never dare follow.Up ahead, the trees grew denser, taller, surrounded by a thick, unnatural black mist. The temperature plummeted instantly, turning my br
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Chapter: Chapter 2: The Royal RejectionThalia’s POVThe white silk dress Vance had sent felt like a cold shroud against my skin.In my first life, I had cried tears of joy while putting it on, foolishly believing it was a symbol of his devotion. Now, I knew the sickening truth. He had chosen this exact material because it was paper-thin, intentionally making me look fragile, helpless, and inferior to the wolves surrounding me."Oh, Thalia, you look so... sweet," Elena said, smoothing down the back of my dress with a fake smile that didn't reach her eyes.She, on the other hand, wore a plunging crimson gown that screamed for attention."But remember, don't talk too much tonight. The elders hate the sound of human voices. Just leave everything to Vance, okay?"I caught Elena’s reflection in the mirror. I watched the way she eyed the cheap jewelry I wore with pure, unadulterated condescension."Of course, Elena," I replied smoothly, keeping my voice entirely dead and emotionless. "I know exactly what to do tonight.""Good. Gl
Last Updated: 2026-05-24
Chapter: Chapter 1: The Silver Blade and Crimson TearsThalia’s POVThe warm rush of my own blood coating my neck was the last thing I felt."Let her bleed out," a voice I knew all too well echoed through the freezing altar room. It sounded so calm. So effortless.It was Vance. My mate. My Alpha. The man who had held me every single night for three years, whispering that he loved me even though I was just a packless human.I tried to breathe, but my throat choked on a thick, copper-tasting fluid. My dimming vision stared at the stone ceiling of the Crescent Pack’s ancient altar. Both of my hands were chained with heavy iron to the corners of the sacrificial table, pinning me down like a broken doll. My bare chest heaved brutally, desperate for oxygen that never came."Vance... wh-why..." The whisper barely left my lips, shattered by the deep gash across my throat.A shadow stepped closer to the stone table. Vance stood there, his black Alpha robes radiating power, contrasting sharply with my white dress, which was now soaked a deep
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