Heir To The Throne

Xora tak pernah menyangka bahwa ia akan mendapatkan sebuah anugerah di tengah-tengah kematiannya. Ia tiba-tiba mengaktifkan God of Beauty and Blood, mendapatkan kesembuhan total dan menanggung beban berat. Dungeon, Takdir, Takhta dan Perlawanan terhadap Dewa menunggu di setiap jalan persimpangannya.

Right before our Mating Ceremony, my mate, Alpha Damien, told me he had to temporarily mark an Omega from our pack, Seraphina. He claimed she had the Moon Sickness and would die if he didn't mark her. I fought him on it, but the next day, he moved Seraphina right into the penthouse of the Pack House. The suite meant for the future Luna. My suite. To calm me, he even got on his knees, his eyes red as he promised, "Once she's safe, I'll remove the mark. You'll still be my only Luna." But then, Seraphina found me, a medical report in her hand. Six weeks pregnant. They'd already held their marking ceremony long before Damien ever came to me. My heart shattered into ash. My pen dug into the calendar, carving a vicious X over the date that was supposed to be our Mating Ceremony. Then, I opened my laptop and replied to the email from the European Laurel Healers' Guild. "I accept your invitation. I leave on the day of the Mating Ceremony."

Raven has lived in the human world all her life as Nora—until strange changes began to appear after losing the one person she loves forcing her to question everything: who she is, her purpose, and whether she’s even human as she’s always been told. Then came the invitation—offering answers, a new name, and a destiny she never imagined. Damian has been trained his whole life to become the next Alpha. Leadership should be his—not some lost girl’s. A woman can’t, shouldn’t lead. Yet now he’s forced to train her, to guide the very person who threatens to take everything he’s worked for. But the more time he spends with her, the more uncertain he becomes—about his duty, his pride, and the truth of what leadership truly is.

"You can never marry the heir,” She was the servant who loved him in secret, while he was the prince who once marked her under a blood moon and then looked her in the eye years later and lied like she was nothing. Then one night he screamed “mate” and collapsed at her feet, and everything they buried came roaring back. Now her quiet heart has awakened with revenge. Wolves drop to their knees when she passes, the crown that should’ve always been hers is burning in her blood, and he’s on his knees in the snow, begging for the girl he destroyed. An enemy Alpha is already riding to claim her in chains. He’ll crawl through hell to get her back, she’ll have to decide if love is worth the ashes, and somewhere between the begging and the burning, a rejected mate becomes the most dangerous queen alive.

When Father asks me who I want to marry, I resolutely give up on Prince Maurice Swain. I choose to marry his uncle, Prince Gideon Swain. Father is confused. After all, everyone in the capital knows that I'm desperately in love with Maurice. I've said more than once that he's the only man I'll marry. I only have a bitter taste in my mouth. I married Maurice in my past life, and I gave my all in managing the household. Yet he never came home and even took a mistress behind my back. When I eventually became bedridden after wearing myself out, he brought Camilla Chapman back and threw her a grand wedding. The children they'd secretly had together came with her. It was only then that I realized the tonics Maurice had given me had rendered me infertile and weak. They slowly ate away at me from the inside. I watched as Maurice and Camilla lived a happy life with their children. I chose to let them have what they wanted. Now that I've been reborn, I'm going to stay away from Maurice and marry Gideon instead. Yet when Maurice finds out, he goes berserk. He stands before me with his eyes bloodshot as he forbids me from marrying Gideon.

It all seemed like the perfect marriage until she was stripped of her title of an heiress, a wife and a mother. The betrayal from the people she loved the most stinged but the loss of her child stinging even harder. Thrown in jail for a crime she knew nothing about, the discarded heiress longed for the day she would pay back for the betrayal. Her prayers seemed to be answered as an unexpected visitor paid her a visit in jail, with an offer no scorn and mourning mother would refuse. But for what price?

My best friend and I were thrown into the beast tribe where females were rare and the law was polyandry. Last time, she chose the alluring serpent man as her mate, while I chose the loyal wolf man as mine. Her harem grew, her mate got jealous and caged her underground. My mate cherished me, and when he became chieftain, he placed the tribe at my feet. That was until my best friend shoved me off a cliff. I woke up back to the day of choosing our mates. She claimed my wolf man with a triumphant smile, in return, I simply pointed to the white tiger priest. Being the wife of the chieftain was too small a dream, after all. In a world where females rule, I'll take the throne.

My Don husband, just to indulge his little mistress's fantasy of playing Don's wife, pretended to have lost his memory at sea and tried to push me out of the family. By chance, I overheard his mistress teasing him: "Can I borrow Don's wife for a few days? And… Can I borrow the Don too?" My husband, all smiles and indulgence, replied, "Of course. Both are yours for a few days." I froze for a moment, then turned away, pretending it did not bother me. The next day, at the family meeting, he announced that his mistress was then his wife, ordered me out of the family business, and demanded I hand over every ounce of authority I held. The elders all turned to me, silently hoping I would defy his ridiculous decree. I said nothing. I handed over the keys and authority without a word. However, he did not know that our next arms deal was just nine days away, and the other party was Amestia's most powerful mafia, the Romano family. They dealt with no one but me.

I was the legitimate firstborn daughter of the King of the North. After my mother’s death, my aunt married the King of the South and became his Queen Consort. She brought me to her court, raising me beside her own sons. The Southern King adored me—He would seat me upon his knee and gesture toward the princes, laughing lightly: “When Hazel comes of age, whichever prince she chooses as her husband shall inherit this throne of the South.” “Stay here, child. The South could be your home.” In my previous life, I chose the Crown Prince—Ethan. I stood beside him during the War of Succession. I funded his armies with Northern gold. I silenced rival lords. I secured the throne for him. And when he was crowned king—He repaid me with imprisonment in the White Tower. And an order signed in his own hand. The North burned.The court was purged. Before I was forced to take my own life, he came to watch. “If not for you,” he said coldly, “Ava would still be alive.” “She died alone while I could not even mourn her. You will suffer tenfold.” “The Nouth falls because of you. Their blood is your dowry.” Then I died. When I opened my eyes again, I was seated once more in the Great Hall. The King was smiling. “Hazel, today you will choose your husband.” The princes stood before me. This time, I did not look at Ethan. I pointed instead to the Queen’s third son. “I will marry Alexander.” And this time—I would decide who burns.

The crown prince competes in it once he reaches legal age. Each of the five maiden who qualify in the Noble bloodlines will face off for his affection in a predetermined set of challenges of strength and power intended to whittle the field down to the most formidable competitors. noami , who doesn't have the prince's best interest for the Queenstrials competition doesn't care if the prince chooses her. Her only concern was demonstrating her worthiness to everyone, not only to prince Kohl,'unknowingly to her what lies ahead was full of web entangled with secrets.