LOGINUnder the blood moon, the Crescent Hollow Pack gathers for their annual Moonbinding Ceremony, a sacred ritual where chosen wolves pledge their lives to one another to strengthen the pack. Lyra is a spirited healer’s daughter who has always dreamed of finding her true mate, not being bound by pack politics. Kael, the fierce, cold Alpha heir, bound by duty and promised to Lyra since birth. A lone wolf from an enemy pack, mysterious and untamed, who crosses paths with Lyra on the night of the Blood Moon. Lyra never believed in love at first sight until she met Rowan. One glance beneath the crimson sky, and her wolf stirred like never before. Her soul whispered, Mate. But that same night, the Alpha announced her forced betrothal to Kael, the very man who would become her pack’s leader and her husband whether she wanted it or not. Lyra and Rowan’s eyes meet during a tense encounter at the forest’s edge; they feel the mate bond instantly, their innate wolves howling for one another. Lyra is duty-bound to marry Kael to seal an alliance between families. Kael doesn’t believe in the mate bond; he sees love as weakness but is drawn to Lyra’s defiance. The mate bond with Rowan burns like fire, but the forced promise to Kael locks her to her pack’s future. When tensions between the packs rise, Lyra is obligated to follow her heart to Rowan and risk war or remain by Kael’s side and surrender to duty.
View MoreReincarnation.
Although it is a familiar word in Novels and various other Media. I did not think that I would actually experience it in my life.
I was an ordinary Otaku who you can find everywhere, and with a Plain face either. And because I was Plain-looking, I have never been able to have tasted the forbidden pleasure that you called Sex in my life, and I didn’t have the kind of life whom you can think that is pleasant either.
If I can just start all over again…
These kinds of things, everyone would have thought about it once or twice in their life.
I..If it was possible to be reborn again if it is possible to do it over again, I wanted to be at least born with a handsome face.
If possible, with a certain level of position to hold, where I could hold a woman and do whatever I want…, but it would be a divine punishment for me if I hoped that far.
Well, thinking that I just might be as unpopular in the other world too, I stopped lamenting such thoughts.
I was reincarnated in another world. I was reborn in a different world.
And, 19 years have passed since then, my body has grown up splendidly too.
"Allan-sama!"
"Allan-sama!"
My name is called by my retainer.
I live in this world-Algarde-under the name of ‘Alan vi Alling’. In front of my eyes is standing a girl named ‘Cecil Mir’.
A childhood friend of mine who has grown up with me since I was little.
After reincarnation, a pretty blonde girl became my attendant since she was little, and we became childhood friends. So cliché right.
I have never been so lucky in my previous life. Moreover, her chest is rather large with a slim waist and slender legs and with green eyes and golden hair.
In addition to wearing a miniskirt with upper clothing which leaves much to be desired or rather say it is quite open with upper parts of the chest area showing. Such indecent clothing with a high degree of exposure is also great for someone with a reputation like me.
Unfortunately, because of rather strict behaviour, we didn’t have sex yet.
Because presently in a certain meaning, I am an unreachable existence.
"Allan-sama, why are you grinning?"
"As expected of a keen watcher, inserting a tsukkomi in a great timing"
"…who are you talking to?"
"Oops, did my mind's voice just leaked?"
With all these blessings I was born with, you can say that it seemed my previous life was a joke.
The ears of the beautiful girl Cecil in front of my eyes have a distinctive shape.
If you are familiar with fantasy stories, yes. Those are sharply pointed ears.
She is an elf.
Apparently, the elves in this world seem a little different from the elves I know, but the basics remain the same.
Everyone has a beautiful appearance, sharp ears and long life. I was born here like the usual babies, and am now 19 years old.
Compared to human beings, I think I have a greater physical ability and a more convenient body.
In Algarde, Humans, Spirits, Demons, and others species live beside us. Each has an independent state, in which some cooperate and some are in hostile relationships.
The Elven country Arinheim is basically a calm country, trying to live in peace.
And I am the prince of this country. A prince of the elves. When I desired good looks and position, I was able to obtain all.
I don't know whether there is a God of Reincarnation or so but...'THANK YOU!'
"Well, Cecil. Why did you call me?"
Cecil came to my room in the castle. As usual, I think that her appearance is a little strange.
"His Majesty is summoning you"
"...tch"
Thinking that isn't a good thing anyway, I clicked my tongue. My father is the king who rules over the country of Elves.
I who am the heir have learnt trivial manners such as Etiquette, Military Arts, and various things since I was a child.
It seems that my specs are high enough to be able to deal with them relatively easily, and so I used my time playing with women whenever I was free.
Thanks to that, I am now a famous lady-killer.
"What is the matter all about?"
"I have not heard, your Highness. But it may be something important."
"If that's so, then I'm not interested"
"B-but that may be―― Kya!"
I grabbed Cecil’s wrist and pulled her towards me.
Because I was sitting in a bed when she came into my room, she now sat sideways while hugging me with her arms.
"A-Allan-sama?"
"Oh, Cecil. Will you stay with me forever? No matter what kind of woman I embrace, you can't seem to leave my head"
"Allan-sama"
Cecil stared at me with wet eyes.
Because her eyes are so perfect, I felt dizzy just by looking at them the pairs of tantalizing Green Gems also was focused on me.
While keeping a level head, I get closer to her face.
“Is now a good day? For me to ask for your hand, if you became my woman, I promise you your future will be secured”
I slowly bring my lips closer.
Then,
"... Can we please put an end to this?"
"Eh?".
I was pushed back with both her hands.
If it’s a woman other than Cecil, I can easily make them fall for me with my words, but it seems impossible on her. She knows me too well.
After all, there are things that can never be obtained even with a handsome face even you have a high position. I realized for the first time even after being reborn.
"This errand is under the orders of his Majesty. So, to his Majesty, we shall go!"
"Hey, wait … Cecil!"
With my arms pulled, she walked rudely towards the entrance.
"My position has been reversed, huh. We are doing it in your room?"
"Certainly that's also good Allan-sama. When at it, shall we study political science slowly and carefully in my room?"
She sure is hard, but no matter I will get you, woman.
"No, no ... it's fine"
Since I belong to the royal family, they put heavy emphasis on my education. Cecil is also my tutor.
And as expected of political science…it's too difficult to take in!
(AN: Didn’t you just say that it was very easy for you to learn. Useless.)
The reality is not sweet if you think that the king should only need to make babies.
"Then, we shall go as his Majesty Summons, shall we?"
"…Okay"
I lost to the pressure Cecil gave as we went to my father's Throne Room.
The forest reeked of blood. Kael stood at the edge of the ruined clearing, his silver fur streaked with crimson, his claws still wet. The rogues had scattered into the night like ash on the wind, but their stench lingered rot and old magic, an omen he could taste on his tongue. Around him, Crescent Hollow warriors tended the wounded, but Kael’s gaze wasn’t on them. His pale eyes were fixed on the dark line of trees where she had vanished. Lyra. A warrior staggered up behind him, his arm torn open, voice shaking. “The black wolf took her, my lord. He pulled her out during the attack” Kael turned, slow as a storm. His claws flexed. “Rowan.” The name left his lips like a curl. The surviving elders gathered around the broken stones of the Blood Moon Binding. “This is an omen,” one whispered, her wrinkled hands wringing the beads on her necklace. “The moon rejected her.” Kael spun on her, his voice a snarl. “The moon rejects nothing. That wolf stole what’s mine.” “She was promise
The forest didn’t sleep. Even after the last screams faded, after the rogues scattered into the night, the woods felt alive in a way that made the air taste wrong. The moon hung high above like a watchful, unblinking eye, silvering the jagged branches and painting every shadow into something darker, deeper. Lyra stumbled over a root, breath hitching as Rowan’s hand clamped around her arm to steady her. “Keep moving,” he murmured, voice low and urgent. Her lungs burned, her legs screamed, but she let him drag her through the thickets anyway. Every sound behind them—snapping twigs, a distant howl—made her heart jerk. She glanced over her shoulder. The distant glow of the clearing was gone now. So were the screams. But the smell of blood clung to her like smoke. Rowan didn’t slow. His grip on her arm was firm, almost too firm, but there was something protective in the way his body always positioned itself between her and the forest. “You can’t just drag me away from my pack!” she
The forest reeked of iron and charred wood, the hush after the storm settling over Crescent Hollow’s sacred clearing. Dawn’s pale light filtered through moss-laden pines, casting long shadows across the broken stones meant to bind Lyra to a destiny she no longer believed in. Lyra moved barefoot across the ashes, her feet stumbling through scorched grass and splintered wood. She traced a finger along one of the shattered ceremonial pillars, feeling the tremor beneath her touch. Silent whispers drifted past her wolves murmuring that she’d brought this upon them. “Maybe the Blood Moon feared her. Maybe she calls danger.” Her breath caught. The sting of guilt crawled over her skin. She opened her mouth to respond, but no words came. Only the ache of realization: the pack saw her as a spark or a curse. Kael stormed into the Alpha’s house, his robes sodden with blood. Silver eyes glassy with controlled fury, he seized Lyra by the wrist, dragging her into a dim chamber cloaked in ear
The clearing still smelled of iron and smoke. Lyra stood barefoot in the churned soil, her cloak torn, her breath still ragged from the chaos that had ripped the ceremony apart. All around her, Crescent Hollow wolves shifted back into human form, their bodies streaked with blood and dirt, eyes wide and haunted. The Blood Moon Binding the one that was meant to tie her fate to Kael’s and secure the fragile peace between their packs lay in ruins. The ceremonial stones were cracked. The torches had been trampled. And the rogues gods, there were more of them than anyone expected had vanished as suddenly as they’d appeared, slipping back into the trees like wraiths, leaving only dead behind. Lyra’s heart still hadn’t steadied. Her mind replayed the scene in fragments: The flash of teeth. The stranger’s gray eyes locking on hers. The shift his body breaking and reforming into that black wolf mid-stride. The surge inside her chest when their eyes met. Mate. The word wasn’t spoken, b






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