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Chapter Two — The Day She Returned

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last update publish date: 2025-12-05 02:37:05

Aurelia jolted upright with a sharp gasp.

Warm sheets tangled around her legs.

Moonlight filtered through silken drapes.

Her heart battered her ribs like a caged predator.

She wasn’t in the forest.

She wasn’t bleeding out.

She wasn’t… dead.

Her eyes darted wildly—taking in familiar furniture, carved from silverwood; the royal crest painted above her door; the scent of roses and pine—

Home.

I’m back.

Aurelia’s fingers trembled as they brushed her unharmed chest—no stab wound. No blood. No pain.

Her skin was perfect.

She stumbled to the mirror.

The girl staring back at her was the daughter of an Alpha—untouched by betrayal, not yet broken. Eighteen again. Soft curves. Bright eyes.

Her heart thudded.

The Moon Goddess wasn’t lying.

Time had rewound.

“How long…?” she whispered.

Her door burst open.

“Auri! Are you awake?”

Her brother, little Lucas, launched into her arms—tiny and warm and safe.

Safe.

Alive.

Her throat tightened with a sting of tears she didn’t allow.

He looked up with wide blue eyes, his smile pure joy.

“The Blood Moon Festival is in a week! You’ll meet your mate just like you always dreamed!”

Aurelia froze.

A week.

A week until the rejection.

A week until humiliation.

A week until Seraphine stabbed her in the back—literally.

She smoothed Lucas’s hair with a calm she didn’t feel.

“I’m excited,” she lied smoothly.

He giggled and raced out again.

The moment the door closed, Aurelia’s expression dropped—ice replacing innocence.

A week.

A week to turn fate into ashes.

---

Breakfast in the grand hall was a lavish affair—glittering goblets, trays of spiced meats, the scent of honeyed bread. Wolves in human form filled the long tables: warriors, nobles, advisors.

The room buzzed with excitement for the festival.

Aurelia sat gracefully—chin high, eyes soft.

Mask on.

Her mother, Luna Rosalind, placed a hand over hers.

“You must be nervous, my love. When the Alpha Prince arrives, you must be your most graceful self.”

In the old timeline, those words comforted her.

Now? Aurelia saw the truth.

Her mother didn’t care if Aurelia found love.

She cared that her daughter secured power.

Aurelia smiled sweetly. “Of course, Mother.”

Across the table, Seraphine sat glowing in white silk, pretending innocence—eyes filled with fake sisterly affection.

Aurelia returned the smile.

In her mind, she imagined slicing that throat with the same dagger Seraphine once used on her.

Patience.

Seraphine thought she was playing a game.

Aurelia now owned the board.

---

Later, a maid brought her running shoes to Aurelia’s chambers.

“Princess, Lady Seraphine requests you join her for a run in the southern woods.”

Ah.

Their favorite bonding tradition.

And the first step of betrayal in Aurelia’s past life.

Perfect.

Aurelia slipped into her training gear—tight black fabric clinging to lean muscle—and followed the maid outside.

Seraphine waited there, radiant and smug.

“Sister,” she greeted, linking arms. “I’m so happy things are going back to normal.”

Normal.

As if Aurelia didn’t remember every whispered scheme. Every stolen lover. Every lie told so sweetly it tasted like honey and death.

They jogged deeper into the woods, birds scattering at their approach. The path wound around ancient stones and tall pines, shadows stretching long and dark.

Seraphine glanced sideways, studying Aurelia.

“So… still no shift?” she asked, voice dripping pretend concern.

Aurelia faked a timid swallow.

“No… but I’m sure the Blood Moon will fix everything.”

Seraphine’s eyes gleamed, satisfied.

In the first life, that look would have shattered Aurelia.

Now? It fueled her.

She stopped, pretending to breathe hard.

“Sera,” she whispered. “You’ll stay with me at the festival, won’t you? I’ll need support.”

Seraphine’s smile sharpened at the edges.

“Of course. I’ll be right beside you.”

A front-row seat to your downfall.

That’s what she meant.

Aurelia gave a tremulous laugh.

“Thank you. You’re the only one I trust.”

Seraphine practically glowed in victory—just like Aurelia planned.

Perfect.

Let the little serpent feel safe.

They continued running—when a distant wolf howl split the air.

Both sisters froze.

“That came from the northern ridge,” Seraphine murmured, uneasy. “We should head back.”

Aurelia tilted her head thoughtfully.

The northern ridge.

Territory no sane wolf approached.

Because beyond it…

beyond the dead lands…

lived the Rogue King.

The most feared Alpha in all history.

Her mate.

Her true Fate.

Aurelia’s pulse quickened—not with fear.

With anticipation.

Seraphine grabbed her wrist.

“Don’t even think about—”

Too late.

Aurelia sprinted toward the ridge, heart pounding with a thrill she couldn’t explain.

“Princess!” warriors shouted from afar.

Aurelia ignored them.

Ignored Seraphine’s shriek.

The forest thickened. The air grew colder.

The moon dipped behind clouds, casting iron shadows.

She reached the ridge.

A massive black wolf stood there—fur dark as night, muscles carved of war.

His eyes—silver and soul-piercing—fixed on her.

Time stopped.

Every instinct inside her howled one word:

Mate.

The Rogue King stepped closer.

Power rolling off him like a storm.

He shifted—towering, bare-chested, scarred perfection, ancient runes glowing faintly beneath his skin.

Deadly handsome didn’t begin to describe him.

He looked like the kind of danger that tasted like salvation.

Aurelia’s breath hitched.

In another life, this man had held her dying body.

Now he saw her alive—before heartbreak shaped her.

He inhaled deeply, eyes darkening with recognition.

“Found you…” he murmured—voice rough velvet, hungry, stunned.

Aurelia’s knees nearly buckled.

Behind her, guards yelled and wolves snarled—units arriving in panic.

“Princess! Get away from him!”

Aurelia didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

Silver eyes locked on hers, the Rogue King’s lips curled into a sinful promise of destruction.

“Touch her… and I will tear your kingdom apart.”

The guards froze—shaking.

Seraphine stumbled up, pale with terror.

Her plan—already slipping from her grasp.

Aurelia smiled sweetly.

Cold victory already tasted delicious.

“Hello,” Aurelia whispered to the Monster Alpha destined to love her.

The Rogue King stepped forward—

and the world held its breath.

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