LOGINFive years into what she thought was a happy marriage, Eldora is betrayed and brutally murdered—by her mate, his friends, and the woman he was truly destined for. Bleeding out beneath the cold gaze of the full moon, her final thoughts are filled with heartbreak and regret. But fate isn’t finished with her. Eldora wakes up in the past—before the lies, before the betrayal, before she gave her heart to the wrong man. This time, she’s not going to wait to be saved. This time, she’ll take her destiny into her own hands. Her plan? Become the Alpha herself. But to do that, she needs the elite training only offered at the prestigious—and all-male—Alpha Academy. Disguised and determined, Eldora enters a dangerous game of secrets and survival. Can she earn her place without being discovered? What happens when she comes face-to-face with the very people who once betrayed her? And worst of all… What will she do if she encounters her mate there?
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‘Run!!’ ‘RUUNNN!’ My knees buckle, tossing me head first down a slope I hadn’t noticed in the darkness. I feel my skin tear and bruise as I roughly brush past sticks, thorns and jagged rocks in the forest. A tree abruptly breaks my fall knocking what breath I had left out of me and tossing me into a small clearing with nowhere to hide. I lay under the moonlight, discarded and alone. The full moon looks down on me, cold and bitter as if telling me to hurry up and die. My ears catch footsteps and wicked laughter from the top of the none existent trail I fell down. ‘I can’t let them catch me.’ I will myself to run… to get up… to move… but I can’t. My stamina ran out a long time ago. I make the mistake of breathing in too deeply, pain erupts at my left side where a broken arrow is lodged in my rib cage. ‘What went wrong?’ A tear slips across the bridge of my nose into my other eye. ‘I don’t want to die… I’m scared… please.’ “FOUND HER!” Becca’s shrill voice rang through the forest, as my heart sank further into my chest. ‘There is no hope for me.’ “Aww, Eldora, you thought you could run from us? Even without us shifting, a weakling like you is no match for our speed.” She poked at my shoulder with the knife in her hand, making sure to draw blood before she retracted the knife. Her voice was light and happy. The opposite of what situation I was in right now. “You thought you could steal my mate and get away with it?” ‘I- I didn’t.’ I scream but no words come out. Becca must have seen my throat move because a sickening smile split her face in two. Under the moonlight, everything that made her beautiful during the day, made her look insidious. Bright wavy blonde hair, sparking grey eyes, pearly white teeth. There was no reasoning with this devil. She knew I wasn’t at fault. They all knew. They played me and now that they’re done, they are tossing me out. Fredrick’s scent fills the space as he walks up to Becca. My eyes follow them, unwilling tears spilling out as he holds her tight and kisses her. If my heart was broken before, now it had turned to ash and crumbled away. I once was the recipient of that affection, pressed against his sculpted body gazing up at bright blue eyes while running my hands through that silky brown hair of his. “I-” I force myself to speak, ignoring the hole in my chest, the blood on my tongue and the ache in my dying body. “Hate…” I drew in a haggard breath. “You.” One of Fredrick’s friends, Remus, grabs me by the collar of my tattered blue dress, flinging me into a tree trunk like I weighed nothing. To him I probably did, he was one of the strongest men I had ever met. I landed in an awkward position but I had a full view of the five of them, drunk on that special booze and laughing like this was a get together. “Did the help say something?!” Someone snickered. After a long make out session, my husband finally approached me. “I would like to thank you for building up my pack.” Fredrick smirked. “Mine…” I think of a million words to argue with but this is all that would come out. “We will blame rogues for your death or something. The pack will mourn your death with another Festival and then you will be forgotten when I make Becca the new Luna.” Becca giggles and claps her hands excitedly behind us. “Fred, can you hurry it up? It’s getting cold here.” Cyrus puffs up smoke in the air. I got that cigar for him yesterday as a gift to celebrate the New Moon Festival. I got them all something. How long have they been planning this?! From the beginning?! Fredrick is muttering something to his friends in a drunken spur, Becca is leaning against her brother Asher and all I can think about is how I ended up here. Fredrick turned to me. I don’t hear what he says but he raises his foot… ‘If I had another chance…’ He brings his foot down on my head with the full force of an adult Alpha. ‘I will make sure I kill you all!’ My vision fades to black. - GASP! I wake with a burning desire to breathe. At first my gulps of air were irregular and desperate. I choke on air a few times before I get the hang of it and repeat the process long enough to calm myself. When I do, I look around me. The sun is pouring in from the sliding door leading to the balcony. “My old room?” “Is my life flashing before my eyes?” I run my hands through the bedsheets. It feels so real. “So I’m really dead. Wow.” I fall back into my bed, it is as cozy as I remember. Sleep is eager to take me but I spring up. “What now? If I’m dead, shouldn't I be seeing some bright light like in the movies?” I walk around the room, “Umm Moon Goddess? Are you there?” I call out and I’m about to do so again when I pause. “What?!” Three steps backwards and to my surprise, I didn't see wrong. The reflection in my body length mirror was inexplicably me but… I approach the mirror. Younger?! Huh?! Goosebumps rise on my arms and chills run through my entire body as a thought flies through my mind. I slap myself. “Ouch!” “Ouch? Dead people don’t feel pain… do they?” I run to my bedside table where my phone is and sure enough… My speculation is becoming true. I regressed. The time is dated to six years ago. Before anything happened. Before my death… Before my pack gets stolen from me… And best of all, Before I get married to Fredrick! “Oh… isn’t this wonderful?” A sinister smile spreads across my face, I catch a look of my reflection and if I was anyone else I’d think I was crazy. A messy mass of long silver hair, light green eyes that spelt deranged and that smile that looked like it belonged to a serial killer. “I'm going to enjoy this.” I walk to the mirror again but my smile falters when reality hits. “I’m still weak. If I want to stand any chance at stopping Fredrick from coming into my life, I have to get stronger.” I flex my fingers, open and close. When I was seven, an accident rid me of most connections to my werewolf side. Regeneration, shifting, pack telepathy and strength but for everything I lost, I trained my mind even further. However, with this opportunity… My eyes fall on my small frame in the mirror. I can grow the pack into something that no one would expect with my knowledge from six years in the future! Nothing can stop me from becoming the Alpha of this pack and taking my rightful place at the top!I look at Eldora, then nod once before going in first. My boots thud softly against the steps as I descend, hand brushing the cold concrete wall. When I reach the bottom, I scan the room, senses stretched thin for danger. Nothing but the hum of low electricity and distant voices. I reach through the bond. You can come down. Watch your step.She joins me a moment later, her footsteps light but steady. Together we move down a long, narrow hallway. The further we go, the stronger the red glow becomes like we’re walking into the belly of something alive. It reminds me too much of my sight when I was cursed.I swallow hard. “Let’s finish this fast.”“Are we going in the right direction?” Eldora asks behind me.I glance over my shoulder, a smirk tugging at my mouth. “If I knew, wouldn’t you be surprised?”She snorts softly. “I wouldn’t put anything past you.”A few more steps and then we reach it. The half-open door ahead, pouring out crimson light so bright it floods the corridor like bloo
The clock ticks faintly in the background. Somewhere outside, the wind stirs against the tall windows of his office, carrying the faint scent of rain and paper.If we’re right, and this is how they’re distributing it now… then by the time anyone catches on, it’ll be too late because there will be more variants. That was exactly Fredrick’s idea back then; to disguise the wine under numerous names. It would be something no one would question. I don’t know if Roman has joined hands with them in this lifetime but if history repeats itself, we’re already behind.Finally, Roderick exhales, voice steady but grim. “I’ll get people on it. Wine is a lot easier to disguise than drugs.”Roman sits forward. “Is there anything I can do?”“I want to help too,” I add quickly, my pulse rising.Roderick’s gaze shifts between us, assessing. Then he nods once, slow and deliberate. “There is. I’ll need you both to go into another hideout. We have reason to believe they’re storing a pill stash somewhere in
The two of them talk and think the same way. It’s amazing to see. Nicolas has mentioned that my Aunt and I act the same way sometimes. So this is what it looks like.“They don’t know there are two different grades of pills,” I whisper, the realization sinking like a stone in my stomach.Roderick nods, expression grim. He opens a drawer and retrieves two sleek black cases, placing them gently on the desk. The click of the clasps echoes in the silence. Inside each case lies a small pill; identical in shape and color but not in scent. Even from here, I can tell one smells sharper, almost metallic, while the other has a faint sweetness that curls uncomfortably in my chest.“There have been more rogue cases recently,” he explains. “In unexpected places, and to unexpected people.”“Unexpected people?” Roman asks before I could. “The believers could be anybody, right?”“Yes, but in most of the first rogue cases, those who took the pill voluntarily and had reasons to seek that kind of power.
“Oh my goodness.” I rush forward before I can stop myself. “Please, raise your head.”He does, straightening to his full, commanding height.“I have to do at least this much to show my gratitude. Roman means a lot to me.”His words are gentle, sincere but they cut deep, sliding a knife straight through my chest and twisting it. How can parents be so vastly different? My throat tightens, but I manage a small, polite smile instead of words.Roman must feel the ache through our bond because his arm comes around my shoulders, his thumb rubbing slow, comforting circles against my skin. I lean into his touch just slightly.“Come,” Roderick says, motioning toward the center of the room. His tone is steady, dignified. He leads us deeper into his office, if you can even call it that.The space is enormous, easily thrice the size of any Alpha’s command room I’ve ever seen. The air smells faintly of leather and cedar, and the soft hum of magic lingers in the walls. One side of the office is almo
“Uncle-” Roman begins, his tone instantly defensive.“I didn’t mean it as an insult.” Craig glances briefly at him, then back to me, his expression calm and clinical.“It’s fine,” I reassure Roman softly before meeting Craig’s eyes. “I’ve gotten so used to concealing my strength, it comes off as second nature now.”“That would explain it.” He straightens again, satisfied. “Your father is waiting in his office. He wanted to welcome you both at the garden, but something came up.”“Alright. I’ll meet him there.”Alpha Craig nods once, the gesture crisp and precise, before turning down the opposite hall. The air feels a little lighter once he’s gone.“I’m sorry about him,” Roman mutters beside me, rubbing the back of his neck. “He can be a bit… direct.”I chuckle, shaking my head. “What’s there to apologize for? You probably don’t realize it because we’re mated and you can feel my real presence, but to other people, I appear like another regular beta or omega.”His brow furrows. “Why is t
ELDORA’S POV“The memory is out of reach,” I tell Roman, pressing my fingers to my temple as if I can coax it forward. “I think there’s still something I haven’t remembered.”“There’s more?” He glances at me as we pull up to the front door, his brows drawing together. The car hums softly before going silent when he parks in front of the fountain. The afternoon sun hits the spray just right, splitting into a faint rainbow that arches above the hood.“I’m sure there is. Ez- umm, I still don’t know why exactly they ended my life like that. And he told me something before I died…” My voice trails off. I try to reach for the flickering edge of the memory, but it slips further away the harder I chase it.‘You won’t find it. Well, not yet anyway.’I blink. The voice is so familiar it almost hurts. ‘Ezra!’ A smile creeps up before I can stop it. I… missed him? ‘Why the hell have you been hiding?’ I ask, trying to cover my initial excitement with irritation.‘Would you have preferred if I join


















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