Mayor Blair woke up in the middle of the event. Watching him wince and groan from the anesthesia made me laugh. That girl wasnโt petite or an easy opponent. Taking down this Mayor on her own deserved praise. However, I decided not to handle her myself. I already had enough on my plate, and this was another side dish I didnโt want to touch. I didnโt know what made her think I killed her father. Well, my team would handle it properly. This was Danโs victory. I knew that. It unfolded exactly as it had in my previous life. Sitting on the throne-like chair, resting my arm on the armrest, watching the fighting, peopleโs movements, and the insignificant sights I remembered from my pastโit all felt like watching a movie on repeat. I knew everything. I knew what would happen next. However, that girlโmeeting my mate, saving his twin sisters and their kids, and meeting the Alpha before his birthday banquetโfelt like a glitch in the movie. I wondered how many things had happened that I
Meeting Kaelan Nightshades here was unexpected. From what I recalled, this was around the time he should have been imprisoned, his Alpha power failing to manifest. Alpha blessin pogs were rare, reserved for a select few, passed down bloodlines to define the next heir's role. Without it, Kaelanโs claim would have been forfeitโor so the rumors in my previous life suggested. They whispered that his Wolf's power came too late to save him from disgrace.Yet, here he was. The faint crimson mark shimmered on his forehead, barely visible but undeniable. A contradiction. Why did he have the mark now?โWhat brought you here, Alpha Nightshades? Surely, you know itโs dangerous to trespass on private property,โ I said, my voice firm as I observed him from across the infirmary. The nurse tightened the bandages around his abdomen while I remained seated, arms folded. Kaelan's gaze flicked toward me, weary but unwavering. โI apologize for last night. Someone stabbed me with wolfsbane. My Wolf... i
The air was thick with smoke, the acrid stench burning my nose as I stepped closer to the inferno. Flames painted the night sky in hues of orange and red, a chaotic dance of destruction consuming the building. Firefighters shouted commands over the roar of the blaze, their efforts seemingly futile. I spotted my people just as I arrived. "Commander Celeriac! We tried toโ" "Which floor is he on?" I barked, cutting Mike off without slowing my pace. "Sixth! Are you going in?" I didnโt answer. My bones cracked, sharp pains tearing through my limbs as Ella surged forward, her strength melding with mine. Claws replaced fingers, and my ears sharpened as her howl echoed into the night. The tension in her voice mirrored the storm in my chest. Letโs go! Smoke blurred my vision as I leapt from the ground to the third floor in one motion and then reached to sixth. Glass shattered beneath my feet as I entered through a broken window. Flames roared around me, their heat pressing against m
Hades," If you can't find your mate, accept Iris as your concubine! Someone should play the rule of the mother of your child!" My father left soon after, sending a woman to my study. The room stank of weakness. Her fear, cloying and bitter, clung to the air like a disease. I leaned back, the leather of my chair groaning under the weight of my indifference. My fingers drummed against the deskโa slow, deliberate rhythm, each tap a countdown to the moment I snapped. The dagger twirled lazily in my other hand, its sharp edge catching the dim light as it spun.Iris stood before me, trembling like a cornered rabbit. Her eyes, downcast, refused to meet mine. Coward. The Betaโs daughterโthis fragile, simpering creatureโwas supposed to be my concubine. A snarl curled at the edges of my lips, the thought alone an insult to my existence.โDo you know whatโs worse than weaklings, Iris?โ My voice slithered across the room, cold and sharp. She flinched as if the words themselves had teeth. โWea
Elysia-I always wondered why the Moon Goddess sent me at this time instead of before Dadโs death. If she had, I could have saved both my child and my father. But now, I think she had her own plan. Dad... Who is my Dad? He was definitely not a werewolf. My breath caught in my chest, struggling to escape. The toxic smoke coiled around me, making it impossible to breathe. My eyelids fluttered open, but there was nothingโno familiar faces, not even my father. A headache throbbed at my temples, dull but persistent. My skin burned where it had scraped against something, the pain stinging as I reached down to touch it. "I donโt think so!" Dadโs voice pierced through the haze, sharp and unmistakable. My focus snapped to my surroundings. I was in Grandma Auroraโs cottage. The soft flicker of morning light filtered through the windows, bathing the room in warmth. Did I sleep through the entire night? "She saw me in my original form," Dadโs panicked voice shattered the calm. "Sheโll
The deeper I followed my father into the labyrinthine halls of this ethereal manor, the more the world I once knew crumbled into mere fragments of memory. This was no place of the twenty-first centuryโno, it was a realm lost in time, where the past and the mystical wove together like threads in an eternal tapestry. Towering marble columns lined the corridors, each carved with ancient glyphs that shimmered faintly under the golden glow of enchanted sconces. The very air carried a strange resonance, as if it pulsed with a heartbeat of its own. My breath hitched when my gaze fell upon the grand garden sprawled beyond an arched glass doorway. It wasnโt simply beautifulโit was transcendent. I had read of such places in the fairytales my mother once whispered to me at night, but no words could capture the sheer majesty of what lay before me. Flowers that gleamed like crystalline gems swayed in a slow, rhythmic dance, their iridescent petals catching the cascading sunlight as though wo
The air hung thick with tension the moment my words settled in. Dad's expression shifted, his feature darkening with intensity that it sent a chill down my spine. His sharp eyes, piercing and unyielding, locked onto mine, searching, dissecting- seeking the slightest trace of lie. His well-composed feature stirred into the chair before a measured breathe escaped from him. His eerily calm eyes shifted to the cup before him. " Cupcake!" His voice carried a gravity of coldness that I barely witnessed before, yet there was the trace of warmth like usual. " Are you jesting?" He asked at last, though there was no trace of humor in his tone. His eyes were gleaming dangerously and unreadable. " I am not!" My voice was steady and unhinged. I didn't waver when I locked my eyes onto him as I sat properly, " Dad! Believe or not -!" I drew a sharp breath, my chest rose, " I have died once before, So have you." A charged silence fell upon us, sending a chill as a reminder of something unfold
Dadโs words struck like a thunderclap, sending a jolt through my body. My breath hitched as disbelief took hold. "How did you know?" I murmured, my voice barely above a whisper as I tilted my head, searching his expression for answers. His gaze darkened, the warmth in his eyes fading into something unreadable. His jaw tightened, tension carved into the sharp line of his features. Then, without a word, he reached out, his thumb brushing gently against my cheek, wiping away a trace of moisture I hadnโt realized was there. "Youโre still just a child." His voice was soft, almost fond, yet distant, as if weighed down by something unseen. "Dad!" I protested, a frustrated grunt escaping me. "Iโm not lyingโ" "You arenโt." His response was immediate, steady. "I trust you." I blinked, caught off guard by the certainty in his tone. But before I could say another word, he sat back down, his expression grim, unreadable. "Dad believes you," he repeated, then shifted his gaze toward Gr
Carolina, The lights of the grand manor flickered like a dying flame as I stepped through the threshold, uninvited, unseen for years, but never forgotten. My heels echoed against the marble floors, the sharp rhythm slicing through the silence like a blade. I knew where he would beโwhere he always ended up when the world became too much for him. Drowning himself in whiskey, in bodies, in power. And tonight, I would be the ocean that pulled him under. Jonathan Hornet. Who tossed me aside once he met Elysia. He promised me that he would make me his Luna. He used me , my family and friends to get favor from them. But once I was no more useful, he forgot my existence. He used to say my name like it was a prayer. Now, it would taste like poison on his lips. I stood at the door of his private chambe, the guards already dismissed or unconscious with liquor and bribes. They had grown careless, just like him. Inside, I could hear muffled laughter, moans, the sound of ice clinking in a gl
Jonathan, The memory of her voice echoed in my skull like a mocking bell. " I am already marked, can't Alpha Jonathan sense it? Or you don't have that ability!" Those wordsโthose sharp, venom-laced wordsโhad silenced the entire ballroom. Every eye turned toward me, not with admiration, not with fear, but with barely concealed pity. As if I were a dethroned monarch, stripped and paraded before the wolves I once commanded. She made a fool of me. She knew that I wasn't blessed. She knew that I was only an Alpha in name and she mocked me in front of everyone. That bitch... She was supposed to kneel down, spread her legs and carry my heir. She was supposed to be my perfect slave. But instead, she threw herself onto that bastard. How dare she!!! I clenched my jaw as I stared at the broken glass on the floor. I had crushed it in my hand without realizing, shards still embedded in my palm. Blood trickled between my fingers, but the pain was nothing compared to the searing rage in m
The sky had turned a soft gray, painted with streaks of peach as the sun began its descent behind the lake. The gentle rustling of wind through the trees whispered against the glass walls of the penthouse, and the koi pond shimmered with scattered reflections of the dying light. Hades lay beside me, his arm slung protectively across my waist, the remnants of our shared warmth still lingering on our skin. My fingers trailed along his collarbone, tracing the faint lines of old battles that lived quietly on his body. He looked peacefulโmore peaceful than I had seen him in a long time. His dark lashes rested against his cheeks, his expression soft in sleep, like a child who had found momentary safety. But I knew what lay ahead. I had to return to my pack, to my father, and to the mess Jonathan had created in my absence. And I had to do it without Hades.I couldn't tell him that I was ordered to be executed... If he knew that this had been happening behind his back, he would kill Jonat
" I want to have a baby after everything settles down!" I whispered in his arms. The soft rustle of leaves outside the open window carried the scent of night-blooming jasmine, folding into the air between us like an unspoken promise. The moonlight filtered through sheer curtains, casting gentle shadows over Hadesโs features. He looked so peaceful, so human, so mine in that moment that my heart clenched in a way I hadnโt expected. His hand caressed my waist, firm and warm, anchoring me to the present. โDo you mean it?โ he asked after a long moment, voice quiet, hesitant, almost boyish in its vulnerability. โAbout the baby?โ I nodded without hesitation, brushing a stray strand of hair from his forehead. โI do. With every piece of me. I have forgotten about those nonexistent past. But now I am here with you, with Ruby and my father, I want to be happy and have my own family. A proper family!โ He exhaled slowly and pulled me closer, pressing my hand to his chest where I could feel
I hadn't told Hades about the verdict that Jonathan announced. I knew the man lacked spine, but behind him, it was Luna Astoria who was clearly pulling the strings. Her influence had grown insidiously, and now it was starting to threaten everything I had builtโeverything I had bled for. But as much as I wanted to face that battle, today wasnโt about the pack or the politics.Today was about the strain in my relationship with Hades. That silent tension that hummed in the air whenever our eyes met but neither of us spoke the words buried beneath the surface. He didnโt want to talk about the past. And I didnโt want to force it out of him. But I also couldnโt let this chasm grow wider. We had already lost too much in our previous life. I wouldnโt let silence steal what we still had left.After lunch with his parentsโan unexpectedly warm and light-hearted affairโI excused myself and made my way toward the penthouse he had built near the lakeside. Hades had once called it his place of solit
The Wraithborn Pack had not changed much over, though I saw it now with different eyes. Its stone walls still stood tall, carved with ancient symbols of power and legacy, but the air was different. It wasnโt suffocating as it once had beenโnot bitter, nor judging. It had been still cheerful and peaceful. Despite having some uneasy feeling, related to that night, I started feeling close to the Pack. Maybe I was marked by the Alpha of the Pack. The sense of longing wasn't frail. I walked along the marble path, hands clasped behind my back. The garden was awake with life. Roses bloomed red like secrets kept too long, and silver ivy curled against the wrought iron arches. I hadn't talked to Hades about the conflict between us. He left soon after we spent some time together. He was really busy with handling everything that he left unfinished when we went to the human world. My Man is really hardworking. "Elysia."The voice was familiar, but it lacked the pride I once associated with h
Elysia,In my previous life perceptive, Hades and I were sworn enemies who were ready to kill. However, after learning the truth about his nature, it was clear that my Blood sword wasn't enough to kill him. And even if he killed me out of spite, it was completely understandable and acceptable. He wasn't nothing to me in my previous life. It was me who killed him, and I had no rights to hold such a grudge.But I felt so heartbroken after remembering the child I raised inside me. I knew that he had his reasons, but I started grieving for the baby that would never exist in this life. The ache was quiet, nestled somewhere deep, but it was persistentโlike the residue of a love song that never finished."Elysia!"Dad's voice brought me back to the house. Hades left soon after I fell asleep... Or I pretended to fall asleep last night. He apologized precisely, thinking I was sleeping. But I couldn't, because my emotions were rollercoastersโtoo steep, too fast. I was torn between anger, confus
The silence weighed heavy in the room. My chest rose and fell with shallow breaths as I knelt beside the bed, head lowered, fists clenched. The storm inside my head refused to calm. I had betrayed her. No matter the reasoning, the truth could never be buried. The blade had come from me. From Carlos. From the ones who had sworn to protect her.And she didnโt even know. She didn't even get the chance to see who stabbed her from behind.Our target was to destroy her heart. Serene said once her heart would be corrupted, we wouldn't be able to stop her. So we did what we were supposed to do.Or so I thought.The guilt hollowed me from the inside. It wrapped around my ribs like a serpent, squeezing, choking, taunting me with her soft breaths that lingered behind me.She was alive. She was breathing. But she wouldnโt be when the truth surfaced. And yet I couldnโt tear myself away.I stayed there, frozen, as each second dragged like an eternity. My vision blurred. The pain of itโwhat we did,
Hades, The night air was quiet as we stepped into the manor, but the stillness did little to soothe the storm brewing within me. Elysia walked beside me, her expression unreadable yet beautiful in the low candlelight. She hadnโt said much since we left the ballroom, but her silence wasnโt emptinessโit was concentration. Her mind worked like mine. Both of us were thinking of the Book Knowledge and the parts we had recovered.We reached the chamber where the pieces were laid outโten fragments of ancient parchment, each humming with a soft, otherworldly pulse. Elysia closed the door behind us and stepped into the circle they formed.โTonight,โ she said, her voice quiet but firm, โwe find out what they were hiding.โI nodded once. โAre you ready?โShe glanced at me, her eyes a reflection of fire and shadows. โAlways.โTogether, we began the invocation. The symbols etched into the floor around the parchment glowed faintly as Elysia spoke in the old tongue, her voice a melody lost to time.