A Sinful War With The Rebel Heir Book 1 Novels & Stories

Her last few words stayed with me: "Ethan, I love you and believe in you, and even if I had to come back to life a thousand times, I would choose you, and if we are ever reborn, come find me and know that I am always waiting for you. Those words hit me hard—and then she vanishes. The battlefield dissolves, and suddenly, I’m standing in the grand throne hall of the palace I used to call home. The golden walls shimmer in the sunlight, banners of Ether proudly hanging above the court. My father, King Gainos, is on his throne—strong and noble, his armor still showing the signs of battle. His crown shines like firelight, and next to him is my grandmother, Queen Dowager Lunice, regal and icy, her

“…why did you wake up?” Silence. Elena stared at the speaker. She had assumed her rebirth was some impossible second chance. She had never considered another possibility. “What do you know about it?” “Everything.” “Then tell me.” “Not yet.” Elena's jaw tightened. “You're still playing games.” “I'm giving you an opportunity.” “For what?” “To finish what your father started.” Elena looked at the files scattered across the table. “What did my father start?” “The destruction of the Black Crown.”

Lines twisted together, darker than the seal given to ordinary consent violators. Exploiter of compromised consent. Abuser of entrusted authority. The brand burned those truths into his flesh and magic. Cyrus screamed, and I held him until the final symbol sealed. Every allied property, supernatural tribunal, and protected venue would recognize what he had done. No careful wording could erase it. No new title could conceal it. When I released him, he sagged between the guards. “Kill me,” he rasped. “No.” Death would end his usefulness as a witness.

My feet found the ground, trembling but planted. The crowd gasped. Chase's eyes went wide with something I'd never seen on him before — fear, raw and unguarded. My legs shook violently. My teeth ground against each other so hard I tasted blood. And underneath the pain, something else stirred — dark, cruel, and utterly intoxicating. Revenge. "And I—" My voice cracked, stammering through the agony. "I, Ophilia of the Makasi Moon Pack — refuse to accept the Alpha's rejection."

I gave you the best life. "You had a child out of wedlock and handed him off to a nanny—I raised him for you too. "But what you should never have done was bring your son back and let him bully Cillian. Your family already wronged my daughter once. Now you want to wrong her child too?" My grandfather's face flushed with anger. He slammed his hand on the table. "You said it yourself—those who aren't of the Harrison bloodline don't belong in the Harrison family. So starting today, pack your things and leave. There's no place for bastards in my family."

The way his hand had shaken, the way he had jerked back, tearing himself away desperately. The alpha king was struggling behind his mask, and for the first time since I stepped foot in the kingdom as a slave, I knew that for some reason I was bringing his wolf to the surface. I wasn't the only one at war with my body; the difference was, my cage as a slave was visible, and his was hidden by his crown.

He smiled, and I saw the primal hunger in his eyes—not for my body this time, but for battle, for blood, for the shared violence that would bind us tighter than any knot. "Lead the way, Luna." I turned and walked into the gray morning, the storm broken, the territory waiting. And behind me, at my side, the northern Alpha followed, ready to burn the world for my crown. This time, I'd let him.

My voice trembles. I stop. Take another breath. Try again. "I, Rowan, relinquish all ties to my Alpha and the pack he leads." The air around me suddenly grows heavy. The inside of the car becomes unbearably hot. "I release every bond willingly given..." Heat floods every inch of my body. "...and from this moment forward..." A sharp pain blooms beneath my breastbone. "...I claim rogue status." The pain explodes. It feels as though invisible claws sink into my chest before violently ripping something free.

It can't be born without his protection because the world is filled with undead demons from Wysteria. The kingdom of Valeria has not changed, but the palace servants are not unaware of the king's sadness. He couldn't sleep more and more because he couldn't forget the sin he committed against the woman he was destined for. King Elijah summoned Sicario because he couldn't wait any longer. Back then, a few hundred years seemed like a short time to him, but now it seemed like a lifetime. He felt like he had waited thousands of years for Elena to return. "Your Majesty, until now Elena has not been reborn." Sicario turns to the king who is now sitting on his throne.

Alfonso did the last strike by beheading the beast, and the head fells to the ground, rolling over straight into Alfonso's feet. After that, I loosened up and directed the roots to let go of the dead body. The lifeless body hit the ground and was bleeding. Before Alfonso could run towards me, he formed fire in his hand. He picked up the head of the ugly creature using his free hand, threw it beside its dead body, and burned them. The smell stank me that it could make my stomach sick. My sense of smell is much more sensitive because I'm pregnant. I covered my nose with my hand and ran towards Alfonso. I am grateful because we're both safe. I jumped on Alfonso's arms, encircling my arms around