Five 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 frown, confusion knotting my brow. “There had to be someone. She was the one who saved me.”“I’m certain none were in attendance.” He studies me for a long moment before conceding with a slow nod. “But I trust what you’re saying. What did she look like?”“She had… black and silver hair.” My brows furrow. The memory slips and slides like water. “And her eyes—blue? No… green… or grey? I can’t…” My jaw tightens. “I’m sure about her hair. And she was in her early to mid-twenties.”“Twenties,” he echoes, humming low. “All the high healers capable of such a feat are well over forty.”“I’m sure of it,” I insist, leaning forward. “She was definitely that young.”“Is she a wolf?”My wolf nods. “Yes. I couldn’t sense it because I was so out of it but my wolf can tell.”“He’s active?” My father’s eyes widen. He knows all about how my wolf has been barely active in regular activities. He was completely uninterested in basically anything that didn’t need him to fight. He’s the reason I got that
The halls of the mansion echo softly beneath my footsteps, the sound bouncing off portraits of ancestors and canvases of art that line the walls. Every color leaps at me, unapologetically bold, vivid and almost overwhelming. The vibrance is beautiful, but it needles behind my eyes like a headache waiting to burst. With a sigh, I tug the sunglasses down from the top of my head. The tinted lenses dull the glare, muting the world into something I can actually bear. I’m healed, completely. But my body still hasn’t learned how to exist in color again. A small smile tugs at my lips anyway. I’ll get used to it. It’s a small price to pay after fifteen years behind a cursed veil of red. My father’s quarters are in the lower main wing of the mansion, close to his offices. The upstairs belongs to our private life which holds my room, my office, my mother’s untouched room, and a scattering of doors I hardly remember. My father refuses to leave this house unless it’s absolutely necessary. Everyo
“Do you know why Roman hasn’t been coming to school?” A young Alpha leans in, lowering his voice like it’s some great secret. “I heard there was another assassination attempt on his life. This one almost claimed him.” His friend’s eyes widen, voice heavy with drama. “Are you serious?” Shocked, the first Alpha sits back in his chair. “Wasn’t the Vayne residence supposed to be the safest place on earth?” “I’m sure even they couldn’t keep track of what kinds of people were coming in with a banquet as grand as that.” He shrugs, as if that explanation is obvious. “I guess.” (Whispers.) “It’s Eldon.” They turn when they notice me nearby. “Hey, Eldon. You were there. Do you have an idea if it’s the truth? Do you know what really happened?” I close my book slowly, looking at them with mild disinterest. “I can’t say I saw much of him after the initial first greeting. That being said, I don’t think you should be spreading uncertified information either.” “Uncertified information? But
The pain sharpens to a razor edge, piercing through bone, muscle, and thought until I can’t stand it anymore. My wolf snarls inside me. I bare my teeth, swing my sword in a wide arc, and release a storm of pressure blades. The wizards drop instantly. Their chanting cuts off, and the headache vanishes like a switch being flipped. I breathe hard, forcing myself upright, but my sight is still blurry, colors bleeding together. “Ughh…” I groan, swaying. That spell nearly tore my head ap- Something sharp punches into my chest, cold and burning all at once. The smell hits me before the pain fully registers. Wolfsbane. Agony explodes through me. - Darkness weighs heavy on me. Every breath feels like swallowing glass. Through the haze, I hear it… a sob. A sound so broken it tugs at something deep inside me, deeper than pain. I force my eyes open, just for a heartbeat. The world blurs, but I catch the outline of a girl leaning over me. Her face is wet with tears, her voice shaking as s
At the entrance to the hall, I stopped a server. “Have you seen a young man with silver hair and green eyes pass this way?” The server shakes his head. I ask a few more staff members before one finally points toward the garden. “The person you’re looking for headed that way,” he says before I even finish my question. “Alright, thank you.” Weird… Why did Eldon not come any closer? Was it the crowd? He never struck me as shy. I follow the long outer hallway toward the garden. Halfway down, the hairs on the back of my neck rise. My wolf growls low, restless. I can feel the presence of others closing in. This isn’t the calm air of well-wishers. I slow my pace, eyes narrowing. “Is this another assassination attempt?” My voice cuts through the silence like a blade. “Show yourself!” Five men slip from the shadows, encircling me. Their clothes are jet black, their faces half-hidden, their intent unmistakable. “This is getting old,” I say dryly, sliding one hand into my poc
They don’t strike Aithon, not at all. Instead, they gather at the base of one of its horns. I freeze. “Is that… a rune? Are they trying to activate it?” My mind races back. The pamphlets had mentioned return runes, carved into every challenger before they entered the dome. Could it be activated remotely? Is that why they’re clustered around the horn, waiting, not attacking? Then it happens. Light bursts. The rune responds. “It worked,” I breathe, shoulders sagging with relief. But the feeling shatters instantly as Aithon thrashes, more violent than before. The beast isn’t retreating, it’s enraged. My stomach knots. I start pacing in front of the screens, pulse thundering. How much longer do the mages need? And then Eldon moves again. He shoves his friends back, ejecting them off the beast’s body like he’s chosen to face this alone. “What are you doing?!” I yell. My wolf snarls in disbelief. “Do you want to die?” I ask no one in particular. The shield flickers back into place,
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