LOGINRejected. Burned. Left for dead. Thalia was nothing more than an omega in the shadows—until Catastrophy strikes their park and kills her mother. They label her as cursed and reduce her to a slave. The first daughter of the Alpha king. Her mated Alpha whom she loved publicly rejected her and chose her sister as his Luna. Her father ordered Thalia’s execution by death in the flames. They thought the fire would consume her. But the fire doesn’t kill a phoenix. It awakens her. Now, Thalia has returned—reborn with power no pack has ever seen, cloaked in mystery, chosen by the moon goddess and bound to a darkness that answers only to her. She’s not back for love. She’s back for vengeance, revenge. But when fate ties her to the Lycan prince with secrets of his own, she is armed with power and authority. She could choose to go solo and destroy everything in her path as she returns to Greenwood Park for revenge or she could give herself to this new found burning desire that could destroy her. Thalia is here to stay and no mated Alpha can take what rightfully belongs to her. Not when the moon goddess has not ordained it.
View MoreThe first witch lunged at me as I moved on instinct. My partially shifted claws caught her across her throat. She gurgled and fell, but the more were already closing in. Twelve hands grabbed at my arms, my hair, my clothes while the witch who had a personal vendetta against me began chanting binding spells, sleep charms and different magic meant to subdue me rather than to kill me. The air crackled with magical powers as realization dawned on me. They wanted me alive but I wouldn't let them get me. I went wild immediately, fighting like the wolf that I was. Blood splashed across my teeth, and claws with pure savage fury. But there were too many of them, and they had come prepared with charms made to harm my kind. Every time I tried to break free from a spell two more tightened around my neck. The witches I succeeded in wounding were pulled back by her sisters who chanted healing spells to heal their wounds. I kept fighting blindly, furiously. kicking and clawing till I was su
Thalia's POV The left turn led me deeper into the market's shadowed heart, where the stalls grew smaller and the vendors were more secretive. My feet moved with a purpose I didn't fully understand, driven by something fierce and reckless that had awakened in my chest—the quest to protect the direlands. Behind me, I could hear Enid calling my name, but I didn't stop. I kept moving. The visions had shown me enough. That witch who had attacked me, the one selling my secrets was around here somewhere. I could feel her like a thorn in my skin. The narrow passage between the stalls reeked of rotting herbs and something metallic that made my stomach turn. Fewer people wandered here, and those that did kept their heads down, their business was clearly not the kind conducted in daylight. My wolf stirred weakly, whimpering a warning I chose to ignore. I should have listened. A flash of movement caught my eye. A figure in a dark cloak ducking behind a stall selling what looked like pre
Thalia’s POV The morning came heavy with silence. Not the gentle hush of dawn, but the kind that pressed down on your chest and refused to lift. I woke to find Enid already moving about, his motions precise as always, but his jaw tight, the lines of his face sharper than usual. The remnants of last night’s battle still lingered in the air—the broken wood, the faint scorch marks, the scent of smoke that clung stubbornly to the walls. He had repaired what he could, swept away the worst of it, but the memory burned into me deeper than any scar. I touched my ribs, almost in disbelief at how whole they felt now. His power had knit bone and flesh back together, but it could not erase the echo of the pain. Nor the deeper wound: the knowledge that I had been so close to death, and that someone had dared to come for me in his absence. The same people who were scheming against me. “Eat something,” Enid said quietly. He placed a bowl of steaming broth on the table. His voice was steady, but
Thalia’s POV The moment I woke up from that dream, I knew something was wrong. This wasn't about the dream, or the shocking revelation that someone was about to sell me out It wasn’t the sharp sting of the witch’s brand still burning faintly on my skin, or the faint ache left in my ribs from the fight in the cavern the moment I step my foot into this strange land. Not the faint whisper of the siren’s power that still curled like saltwater in my veins, unpredictable and dangerous. It was something else. Something heavier, something different. A feeling I couldn’t shake, like invisible eyes crawling over me. Like the air itself had turned to glass, and that every move I made echoed back to someone watching. My wolf stirred uneasily in the pit of my chest, but she was weak and drained, the Direwolf power has been locked so I couldn't use it no matter how much I needed it. All I had this time was myself. I pressed a hand against my chest and tried to calm the rising panic. My inst
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