Why Did The Woman Who Found The Cursed Relic Disappear?

She died betrayed by the mate she loved… only to wake on the very day he was meant to destroy her. Freya Lunareth was once the perfect future Luna—loyal, obedient, and hopelessly devoted to Alpha Kaelen Varkor. But love became poison when Kaelen publicly rejected her, humiliated her, and left her to die. Except death was not the end. Given a second chance, Freya returns to the night everything began—with all her memories intact and a vow burning in her soul: This time, she will not break. This time, she will reject him first. But fate has rewritten more than her revenge. When the ancient and feared Lycan King, Eros Draven, arrives unexpectedly, Freya’s defiance awakens something buried deep within her—an impossible power tied to secrets older than kingdoms themselves. Because Freya is no ordinary wolf. She carries a forgotten force. A dangerous past. And a connection to the king that should not exist. As betrayal turns to war, hidden powers awaken, and destiny begins unraveling centuries-old lies, Freya must decide— Will she become the weapon fate created… Or the queen powerful enough to rewrite it? In a world of ruthless Alphas, deadly rogues, and ancient kings, one rejected Luna may become the most dangerous woman alive.

Elena Riccardo was born into luxury, power, and blood. At eighteen, her future was simple: Marry well. Obey her family. Protect the mafia empire carrying her last name. But after receiving a mysterious necklace from Dante Francesco, Elena returns home to find her entire family brutally murdered—and a chilling message waiting for her: Return the necklace… or die next. Now hunted by one of the most dangerous mafia families in Italy, Elena is forced to run with a cursed necklace she cannot take off and secrets powerful enough to start a war. But the most terrifying part? Roberto Francesco—the cold, ruthless heir she never stopped thinking about—is searching for her too. And if the rumors about him are true… Elena may not survive long enough to uncover why the necklace chose her.

She spent her entire life not knowing who she was, but soon, a great power in her will awaken - will it be enough to save her or the men she grows to love? A thrilling tale of lost kingdoms, prophecies, and destructive lust for power - and the woman who stands between a tyrant and those he would enslave.

The Thornes built their aromatherapy business generations ago, but their ancestors made a fatal mistake and brought down a divine curse. For ninety-nine generations, every Thorne heir drew their punishment on their eighteenth birthday. Julian Thorne was the last. He drew the worst punishment: death from hemorrhage in ten months. The only way to break it was to marry a witch from the Old Bloodline and complete the life transference ritual. The witch inscribes a sigil on a parchment and infuses the child's blood essence on it, and the curse transfers to the parchment. I was that witch. My family owed the Thornes a blood debt going back three generations, so I married Julian, gave him a child, and performed the ritual to save his life. I was terrified of missing the ritual window, so I didn't even use anesthesia as the baby was cut out of my womb. However, Julian drove ninety-nine soul spikes into my body while I was still bleeding from the delivery, then set me on fire. "Miriam is the real heir. You're nothing but a fraud who wanted to marry up. "You drove her into the wilderness to protect your position. She went into labor alone and died with the baby. Even dying, she thought of me. She finished the ritual and saved my life. "You deceived my father. I'm destroying your soul. You'll pay for what you did to them." He ignored my screaming while he drained our newborn's blood essence. I watched helplessly as my child's life faded. Then I was nailed to a cross and burned until there was nothing left. When I opened my eyes, I was back on my wedding day.

I was at the Blood Registry office to reissue my Blood Covenant Certificate with Lord Ethan when the registrar looked up at me and said, “Your Blood Covenant Certificate is forged.” “There is no record of your bond in the vampire consort system.” I froze. “That’s impossible,” I whispered. “I registered my union with Lord Ethan five years ago. Please check again.” The clerk searched once more. “Lord Ethan’s record is here,” he said calmly. “His lawful consort is Ella.” Ella? The name fell like a blade. Before he said it, I still hoped it was a clerical mistake. But Ella… was his childhood companion. In that moment, everything made sense. In five years, he had never marked me. He had publicly acknowledged me as his Blood Queen, letting the entire Coven believe I stood beside him by right. He had given me titles, a throne at his side, and a crown to wear in front of the world. Titles can be announced. Only the Registry makes it law. The certificate he gave me had been nothing but a beautiful lie. The five years I believed were happiness— were nothing more than a carefully forged illusion. An illusion crafted to keep me obedient, grateful, and blind. If none of it was ever truly mine, if even the title of “Blood Queen” was only a performance, then leaving should be easy.

Three days ago, my vampire fiancé, Clan Lord Raven Ashford, took his aide Vera on a private overnight trip to the southern border and gave her the seat reserved for his betrothed. He expected me to make a scene. I didn’t. I had stopped fighting a month ago. A year's worth of small surrenders had finally added up to something I could no longer ignore. He handed the border treaty I had negotiated myself to Vera, thinking I would appeal to the elders. Instead, I organized the handover documents and sent them over. He dismantled the territorial affairs I had managed for years, piece by piece, to pave Vera's way forward. I said nothing. I took the blame that was mine, accepted the cold looks, and let it all pass. At the banquet, he seated Vera beside him. He nodded more at her words than at mine. He thought I had finally accepted it, thought I was afraid to lose him. Then he came to me with offers. A manor in the south. Hunting grounds in the west. The family ring that should finally go on my finger. For the first time, he initiated these things himself, speaking as though granting me rewards. I asked for nothing. The dissolution papers he had already signed were buried among the documents he approved without reading. Those papers contained two declarations: the end of our betrothal and my departure from the clan. He never noticed. He still believed I was his betrothed, still waiting. I wasn't.