LOGINAurelia Dusk was eighteen when betrayal and blood stole everything from her—her love, her family’s trust, and her life. But fate has given her a second chance. Reborn, with every memory intact and a mind sharpened by pain, she returns to a world that once crushed her, determined to rewrite the rules. She is bold. Fearless. Untouchable. And she will rise—not as a victim, but as a force no one can ignore. The Rogue King, the most feared and deadly Alpha in history, stalks the northern ridges, silver eyes piercing and power unmatched. Dangerous. Ruthless. Yet Aurelia’s fearless boldness ignites a spark within him he cannot resist. Their fates collide, and the tension between them becomes a game of seduction, challenge, and unstoppable desire. But power rarely stays hidden. Her sister, Seraphine, and the court have their own ambitions—and not everyone is as oblivious as they seem. Every whisper, every secret, every betrayal is a thread in the web Aurelia is weaving. And when the Blood Moon rises, destinies will clash, hearts will shatter, and the world will finally see the price of underestimating a reborn princess.
View MoreThis has been a day she have anticipated for all her life, her eighteenth birthday, the day when she will fully transform to a werewolf and bond with her mate, it was supposed to be the day when she will prove herself as the true heiress and Alpha Queen of the Silver Pack.
But it seemed fate had written it's own story, everything happened too fast, way too fast for her to understand. Blood tasted like rust and broken promises. Aurelia Nightfall dragged herself through the dirt, every breath a razor cutting her chest. The cold mud of the Forbidden Woods sucked at her gown as though the earth itself wanted to bury her. “Keep crawling,” Seraphine’s voice called out behind her—sweet as honey, poisonous as wolfsbane. Aurelia’s nails dug into the soil. Her sister. Her beloved little sister. The girl she protected, defended, gave everything to. And the one who drove the dagger between her ribs. Wolves circled, eyes gleaming—waiting for their Alpha Princess to fall still so they could feast. The Alpha Prince—her fated mate—stood over her with cruel satisfaction burning in his once beautiful eyes. “You’re a disgrace,” he said, wiping her blood off his blade. “Why would the Moon Goddess mate me with trash?” Aurelia’s vision blurred as she stared up at him. He was the destiny she once prayed for. Now her executioner. Seraphine crouched, grabbing Aurelia’s chin with manicured fingers. “Sister,” she whispered. “Did you truly think you deserved to rule? You can’t even shift.” She smiled—pure victory. “Thank you for stepping aside for me.” Aurelia’s heart cracked—pain deeper than the wounds tearing her body apart. Lightning flashed. Wind roared. Somewhere, the moon wept. Aurelia’s voice was a rasp of broken hope. “I loved you, Seraphine.” Her sister’s eyes flashed with hatred. “And that was your first mistake.” The silver blade plunged deeper—straight through Aurelia’s heart. Darkness swelled. Her wolf screamed inside her skull—too late. Far too late. A rustle tore through the trees. A growl like thunder. The ground shook beneath her body. Seraphine’s smirk finally fell. “He’s here,” the Prince whispered, trembling. “The Monster Alpha…” Silver eyes slashed through the night—feral and furious. The Rogue King. The richest, strongest, and most feared Alpha in history. He shifted mid-stride, towering, lethal fury carved into every line of his body. His gaze locked onto Aurelia— —and something ancient, dangerous, and possessive snapped inside him. “Who touched what is mine?” But Aurelia’s strength was gone. The last thing she saw was his hand reaching for her— —too late. Her heart stopped. Silence. Then… a voice. Not earthly. Not mortal. > "Child of Silver Flame… your story is not done. Die today… and rise stronger with dawn. You will return. Power awakened. Memory preserved. Vengeance blessed. Live again… and destroy the fate that destroyed you". 🔥 Aurelia gasped— Her soul yanked from death— Light swallowing darkness— ** She was reborn. Her second chance had begun.The tension in crimson fang was so heavy to ignore.The land itself was red with old wars, the soil so soaked with violence that even the trees grew twisted, bark cracked like scars that never healed. Wolves ruled here by dominance alone. Mercy was a weakness whispered about only in graves.And Prince Rafael had been born to rule it.Or so he had always believed.Rafael stood at the highest balcony of the citadel, the wind snapping his cloak behind him like a banner of war. Below, the Fang Lords gathered in the courtyard—massive Alpha-born wolves, scarred and snarling, their loyalty bought through bloodshed rather than trust.They waited for him.They always did.Yet tonight, Rafael felt it.That itch beneath his skin.That whisper of doubt he had never allowed to live.He crushed it.“I will not be mocked,” he snarled, fingers digging into the stone railing. “Not by ShadowFang. Not by a mere princess.”Aurelia Nightfall.The name tasted like poison.She should have broken.She should
Seraphine Nightfall had always believed she understood power.She had grown up watching it — how it bent servants’ backs, how it softened lies into truths, how it rewarded patience more than force. Power, she knew, did not roar. It whispered. It waited. It smiled.And until now, it had always listened to her.*****Moonlit Haven — NightfallThe palace was quiet in the way that meant secrets were awake.Seraphine stood alone in her chambers, candlelight flickering across silk walls and polished stone. She had dismissed her maid hours ago. No witnesses. No listening ears. Only the faint hum of wards woven into the bones of the palace itself.She flexed her fingers.The sigil on her wrist pulsed once.Then again.Too strong.Seraphine frowned.“That’s… odd,” she murmured.When she had sent Lucas, she had expected a gentle tremor — Aurelia’s power reacting emotionally, destabilizing briefly. A crack she could widen later. That had been the plan.But what she felt instead was not fracture.
Lucas Nightfall had never wanted to be brave.He had wanted to be useful.That was the difference — and it was why Seraphine had chosen him.Moonlit Haven — MorningLucas stood very still while the tailor adjusted the clasp of his cloak.“Too tight,” he muttered.The man apologized profusely and loosened it at once, hands shaking. Everyone shook around Lucas these days. Not because he was frightening — but because he was important.The little brother of the reborn princess.The spare heir.The child everyone watched for cracks.Lucas hated it.He glanced toward the mirror and frowned at his reflection. He looked younger than his twelve winters — dark hair still too soft, shoulders not yet broadened by shift or training. His wolf slept lightly inside him, curious but untested.“Stop fidgeting,” Seraphine said gently.She stood behind him, hands resting on his shoulders — light, reassuring, sisterly. Anyone watching would have smiled.Only Lucas felt the faint pressure.“I’m not fidgeti
Moonlit Haven woke uneasy.It began subtly — a missed heartbeat in the air, a stiffness to magic that made even seasoned wolves frown without knowing why. The Moon rose full and pale, but its light felt thin, as if strained through something unseen.Mireya felt it before dawn.She had not slept.The hum beneath the palace stones still echoed in her bones, vibrating behind her ribs like a warning bell that refused to stop ringing. She stood at the narrow window of her servant’s chamber, fingers gripping the sill, watching guards shift positions below with forced normalcy.Nothing looked wrong.That terrified her.The Sanctum had been active.There was no other explanation.Mireya wrapped her shawl tighter around herself and moved. Quietly. Quickly. She did not take the main corridors — she took the old ones, passages carved before Moonlit Haven had learned how to pretend at innocence.Her destination was not the throne room.It was the west tower.The Nightfall archives.Because if Ser






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