This Time, I Choose The Alpha King Male Lead

MINTHEModern 2026* * *"FUCK THAT VILLAINESS!"The comments under the chapter are what finally piss me off.“Oh my God, Pierre deserves better but the Alpha King and Lyria are soulmates”“I’d choose Hades too.”“Minthe deserved to die anyway! Good riddance.”I stare at my phone screen in the dark, blinking slowly while rain hits my apartment window hard enough to sound violent. Midnight passed an hour ago. My ramen cup sits cold on my bedside table. My blanket is twisted around my legs because I’ve been rage-reading this stupid fucking werewolf novel for six hours straight.The Crowned Omega.Worst addiction of my life and a hundred and twenty chapters of bullshit.Pierre Ashbourne is currently kneeling alone in the snow after watching the heroine run into another man’s arms, and the entire internet thinks this is peak romance.I scroll further down the comments.“He’ll always love her.”“That’s what makes him beautiful.”“Lyria belongs with the Alpha King.”“Oh my God the way Pierr

MINTHEA Book Character* * *The ceremonial blade is still spinning on the marble when I realize nobody is coming after him.The metallic clang keeps echoing through the hall in uneven rings, scraping against my skull while blood slides slowly down my wrist and drips onto white silk. One drop. Then another.Nobody moves.Holy shit.Hundreds of people stand frozen beneath the silver chandeliers, staring at me with the faces of people watching a public execution. The moonlight pouring through the arched windows catches every face too clearly—nobles pretending not to stare, omegas whispering behind trembling hands, warriors looking everywhere except directly at me because apparently humiliation becomes less awkward if nobody makes eye contact.My lungs burn.Pierre disappeared less than a minute ago, but it already feels permanent. The massive ceremonial doors still sway slightly from where they slammed open. Rain blows through the entrance in cold bursts, carrying the scent of we

MINTHEI'm Tired* * *The mirror tells me I’m trapped in this world forever five seconds after the man I love admits he never stopped loving somebody else.Well, that feels personal.I stare at my reflection while the silver letters disappear one by one, fading into the glass until there’s nothing left except my own face staring back at me. I look pale. Mascara smeared under my eyes. Lips trembling hard enough to piss me off.The room smells faintly of smoke and rainwater. My ruined gown drags heavily against the carpet beneath me, damp at the hem from where I nearly collapsed earlier. Somewhere downstairs, omegas are still cleaning up what’s left of my mating ceremony—plates, flowers, decorations. My humiliation probably got folded up with the tablecloths.I let out one shaky breath. Then another.Permanent stay in the novel.Now I know Pierre’s feelings, I wouldn’t have any chance n having him back.The words keep repeating in my skull until nausea crawls up my throat. “Nope,” I wh

MINTHEAbandoned* * *[DANGER! DANGER! DANGER!]Then another line slams beneath it.[CONTINUE FORWARD AND THE STORYLINE WILL IRREVERSIBLY CHANGE.]No fucking shit.My stomach twists. I’m still on my knees on the black obsidian floor, soaked from head to toe, blood sliding slowly down my fingers and dripping quietly onto the polished stone beneath me.Rainwater pools around the hem of my ruined dress while every person in the throne room stands frozen. Nobody breathes. Nobody moves.And the Alpha King keeps staring at me.God. Up close, he’s worse.The novel never described the weight of him properly that even the guards holding my arms loosen slightly without realizing it, instinctively reacting to him the way prey reacts to a predator entering the dark.I should leave. I should apologize, make some excuse, crawl out before I accidentally rewrite the entire fucking plot beyond repair.But Pierre’s face flashes through my head anyway. Standing beside Lyria.Something ugly settles in m

MINTHEBaby* * *The first thing I realize when I wake up is that the Alpha King sleeps very silently.He could have killed me in my sleep and I wouldn’t have known.I stare up at the dark ceiling from the floor beside the ruined bed, wrapped in a blanket that smells faintly of smoke and cedarwood.“Who put this?” I scratch my head.My neck aches, my shoulders ache, my entire body feels bruised from the last twenty-four hours. Pierre leaving me at the altar.Nearly dying on a mountain road. Proposing political fraud to the most dangerous man in the empire.My life has become a fucking circus.Soft gray light slips through the massive windows. Rain still clings to the glass in streaks, though the storm has mostly passed.The fire burned low sometime during the night, leaving the room colder now. I push myself upright slowly, wincing when the cuts on my palms pull against the bandages.A movement across the room makes me freeze.Hades is already awake.Of course he is.He sits on the c