I Died as His Queen, Now I Can Hear His Thoughts
I died as the Lycan King's unwanted queen. Poisoned, betrayed, and forgotten, I spent three years begging for the love of a husband who wouldn't even touch me.
Then I woke up on my wedding night—with a second chance and a dangerous new ability.
I can hear people's thoughts.
And my cold, terrifying husband? His mind is absolutely filthy with obsession.
She's beautiful. Mine. My mate. I would burn the entire kingdom before letting anyone touch her.
Yet, out loud, Dante Vittorio Castellano merely tells me to sleep well before walking out of our bedroom.
Unbelievable.
"Give me my dowry," I demand the next morning. "I want a divorce."
His icy gaze hardens. "You're not leaving."
"Then what will you do? Lock me in a tower?"
"I'll break your legs myself."
IDIOT! Why did I say that? Now she'll hate me forever!
I nearly burst out laughing.
The most feared Lycan King in the realm is secretly a lovesick fool, terrified that one touch might break me. Unfortunately for him, understanding his feelings doesn't erase the years I spent dying alone.
I want freedom. He wants his mate.
And when I discover that my own father may be far more dangerous than my husband, escaping the kingdom becomes a deadly game.
But Dante has one weakness.
Me.
"Stop pretending you don't want me," I whisper, stepping close enough to feel his ragged breath against my cheek.
His jaw tightens. His eyes darken.
Gods, help me. If she kisses me, this kingdom is finished.
I smile.
"Oh, Your Majesty. I can hear you."
Now the king has a choice: keep hiding behind his crown or prove that the woman he loves is worth more than his fear.
This time, I won't die for his love.
He'll have to earn mine.
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Chapter: Chapter 5The silence after his little speech hung in the air like smoke.Dante was still standing with his back half turned to me, his massive shoulders locked tight, his jaw clenched so hard I could hear his teeth grinding from across the room. He had just told me he would never touch me unless I asked, and he clearly meant every single word.Which was exactly why I was about to ask him to do something that would completely destroy whatever was left of his self control."I need you to mark me," I told him, and my voice came out far steadier than I expected.His entire body went stiff. Slowly, like a man hearing a sound he couldn't quite believe, he turned his head just enough to look at me over his shoulder. His ice blue eyes were wide, confused, and absolutely drowning in panic."What?" The word came out rough, barely a whisper."Mark me." I held his gaze without flinching. "Your people look at me like I'm a stain on this estate. Your servants won't meet my eyes. Your guards step aside when
Last Updated: 2026-10-23
Chapter: Chapter 4ROSALIA'S POVMorning came, and with it, the Lycan King returned.I had spent the entire night tossing and turning, my mind replaying every thought I had pulled from Dante's head like a broken record that refused to stop spinning. He loved me. He was terrified of me. He wanted to hold me but was convinced his hands would crush my bones. It was the most ridiculous, heartbreaking, infuriating thing I had ever heard, and I still hadn't decided whether to feel sorry for him or strangle him with the bedsheets.When the door opened and he walked in carrying a tray of breakfast, I blinked in genuine surprise. In my first life, I hadn't seen this man at a meal table in my presence for six straight months. Now here he was, awkwardly holding a silver platter of fruit and bread like a soldier who had been handed a baby and had no idea which end to support."You brought me breakfast," I observed, sitting up against the pillows."You need to eat." His voice was stiff, clipped, completely devoid of
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Chapter: CHAPTER 3Rosalia POVThe silence stretched between us like a wire pulled too tight.Dante had not moved. He had not spoken. He had not even blinked. The mighty Lycan King, the most terrifying man in every room he had ever walked into, stood at the foot of my bed looking like someone had driven a sword straight through his chest and forgotten to pull it out.I kept my expression flat. Arms folded. Chin lifted. Everything about my posture screamed that I was serious, that this was not some emotional outburst from a scared bride, and that I had thought this through carefully.Which I had. Three years of misery gave a woman plenty of time to think."Well?" I let the word drop between us like a stone into a frozen lake. "Do we have a deal?"Say something. SAY SOMETHING. Open your mouth and say something before she thinks you agree. Why can't I move? Why can't I breathe? She's leaving. My wife is LEAVING. On our WEDDING NIGHT.His jaw worked silently, the muscles along his neck coiling and flexing a
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Chapter: Chapter 2Rosalia POVThe door opened slowly, and the Lycan King stepped into my chamber like he was walking into a battlefield instead of his wife's bedroom.Dante Vittorio Castellano. Six foot four. Shoulders wide enough to block out the hallway behind him. Silver white hair that fell past his jaw, framing a face so sharp and cold it could have been carved from marble. His ice blue eyes swept the room once before landing on me, and the expression on his face was exactly how I remembered it.Nothing. Absolutely nothing. Not a flicker of warmth, not a trace of interest, not even basic human acknowledgment that his new wife was standing in front of him wearing a nightgown so thin she might as well have been naked.In my first life, this moment had destroyed me. I had spent hours preparing, agonizing over my hair and my skin and whether he would find me beautiful. When he walked in and looked at me with those dead, frozen eyes, I had felt my entire sense of worth crumble to dust. He had stood at
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Chapter: Chapter 1Rosalia POVMy eyes flew open and the first thing I saw was a ceiling I had not seen in three years.No. That wasn't right. I had never stopped seeing this ceiling because in my timeline, I was already dead. Twenty five years old, eaten alive from the inside by a wasting illness that nobody in this godforsaken Lycan Territory bothered to treat, and buried in a grave that I was pretty sure nobody visited.So why was I staring at my old wedding chamber?I sat up so fast that the silk sheets slid off my body, and that was when I noticed the nightgown. Sheer. Purple. So thin that you could see everything underneath it, and I mean everything. I remembered this nightgown. I had burned it the morning after my disastrous wedding night because wearing it had been the single most humiliating moment of my entire miserable life."Your Majesty, you look absolutely radiant this morning."The voice hit me like cold water. I turned my head slowly toward the woman standing at my bedside with a silver
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My Husband Fed Me to Zombies, Now I Rule the Apocalypse
"Valentina, please! We're family! You can't leave us out here!"
I stared through the fortified gate at the people who had once destroyed my life.
My cheating husband. His cruel mother. His ungrateful sister. The family I had sacrificed everything to protect.
In my previous life, I gave them my inheritance, my savings, my parents' home, and even my blood. I went hungry so they could eat. I risked my life searching for supplies while they enjoyed their comfortable lives.
And how did they repay me?
My husband threw me to a horde of zombies so he could escape with his mistress.
His mother laughed. His sister recorded my screams. Nobody lifted a finger to save me.
I died believing my greatest mistake was loving the wrong man.
I was wrong.
My greatest mistake was letting them live comfortably while I suffered.
Now, I've returned six months before the apocalypse, and a mysterious Revenge System has awakened inside me.
Every humiliation earns points. Every enemy I defeat unlocks new rewards. Food, weapons, supernatural abilities—even the power to survive a world that devours the weak.
This time, I'll stockpile supplies, build an unbreakable fortress, and become the woman nobody dares to cross.
And then there are the four men who refuse to leave my side.
A ruthless former special forces operative. A brilliant doctor with dangerous tenderness. A wealthy construction genius who loves a challenge. And a hacker who would burn the world for me.
They want my trust. My heart. Perhaps even more.
But love is a luxury I can no longer afford.
When the dead rise, my enemies will come crawling to my gates.
"You left me to die," I'll remind them.
"Now tell me, why should I save you?"
The apocalypse is coming.
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Chapter: Chapter 5Dominic took the notebook from my hand. His fingers brushed against mine and a jolt of heat shot up my arm so fast I nearly yanked my hand back. If he noticed, he did not show it. He opened the notebook and started reading, his dark eyes moving across the pages with frightening speed.After a few minutes, he looked up. Something in his expression had changed. The sharpness was still there, but underneath it was something softer. Something that looked almost like grief."You died at the hands of Christian Ashford and Natalia Ashford." It was not a question. He had pieced it together from my notes, from the gaps I had left, from the names I had circled and underlined. "And you were the last surviving member of my squad."My throat tightened. I nodded."Work on the safe house starts tomorrow." His voice was rough around the edges, like he was holding something back. "Eagle Ridge Mountain. Reinforced walls, underground bunkers, weapon storage, medical bay, everything. Marco will stay in C
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Chapter: Chapter 4The villa Dominic brought me to was tucked into the hills above Creston Bay, hidden behind iron gates and a wall of old oak trees that blocked it from every road. It was beautiful in a quiet, serious way. No gold fixtures or crystal chandeliers. Just clean stone, dark wood, and the kind of silence that only comes when a place is built to keep the world out.He walked me through the front door, past a team of bodyguards who nodded at him without speaking, and into a study lined with bookshelves and leather furniture. Marco Bellini followed us in, set his briefcase on the desk, and stood by the window like a sentinel.Then Dominic turned to face me, and the warmth that had been softening his expression during the drive disappeared. In its place was something sharper. Focused. The look of a man who was done being patient and needed answers."That nickname." He leaned against the edge of the desk and crossed his arms over his chest, his dark eyes pinning me in place. "Nobody alive outside
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Chapter: Chapter 3I heard them before I saw them.Heavy footsteps in the foyer, the kind that made the floorboards groan and the crystal chandelier tremble on its chain. Then voices, low and commanding, filling up the downstairs like smoke pouring through a cracked window.Carmen was banging on my door again, but this time her soft, manipulative sweetness was gone. She was frantic."Isabella! Isabella, open this door right now!" Her fists were pounding so hard the hinges rattled. "There are men downstairs. Dangerous men. Your father is terrified and this is all your fault. Whatever you have done, you need to come out and fix it before they destroy us."I sat on the edge of my bed and let her pound. Let her scream. Let her voice crack and splinter against the wood while I counted the seconds in my head.In my old life, I would have been the one trembling. I would have rushed downstairs barefoot and apologized for existing, begged these powerful strangers to forgive whatever crime my family had committed
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Chapter: Chapter 2Victor's footsteps faded down the hallway, and the second I could not hear them anymore, I moved fast.I locked the door. Dragged the heavy armchair in front of it for good measure. Then I pulled the curtains shut and knelt on the floor beside my bed, reaching under the mattress for the one thing I had never let anyone else touch.The white jade gourd was cool against my fingers, small enough to fit in my palm, carved with tiny symbols that seemed to shift when the light hit them just right. In my old life, this little pendant was the only reason I survived as long as I did. It held a spatial dimension inside it, a pocket world where I stored food, water, weapons, everything I needed to keep breathing while the rest of the world burned.And then Serena stole it from me. Told everyone it was a family heirloom that I had snatched from her. Used it to survive in luxury while I starved, and then framed me for trying to murder her so her four rich boyfriends would finish me off.But that w
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Chapter: CHAPTER 1The door to my bedroom exploded inward with a thundering crash.I shot upright in bed, my heart slamming against my ribs, and watched Victor Moretti storm through the doorway like he owned every inch of my existence. His face was twisted into that familiar mask of disgust and fury, the one he always wore when he looked at me."You ungrateful little wretch!" His voice bounced off the walls, sharp enough to crack glass. "I called you seventeen times. Seventeen! You think you can ignore me in my own house?"My body moved before my brain caught up. Pure instinct. The kind of instinct you develop when you have spent years fighting to stay alive while the people who were supposed to love you handed you over to monsters.I grabbed my phone from the nightstand and hurled it straight at his face.The corner of it caught him right above the eyebrow, splitting the skin open. Blood ran down into his eye and he stumbled backward, clutching his forehead, howling like a wounded animal."You crazy gi
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