My beloved perished in my hands; driven by love, power, dominance, and hatred, I rose to become the Alpha Queen of the Darkwood Pack. Three hundred years later, because of my descendant's folly, I was rebirth. She was everything I was not: easily manipulated, abused by her chosen mate, and ultimately met her demise at his hands. The Moon Goddess seemed unwilling to let me rest. I must prevent my descendant’s tragedy to protect my territory! I am the Alpha Queen of the past, and I shall scorch all who oppose me. Oh, did I mention I was reborn in my descendant's body? As I fought to reclaim my territories, my beloved I lost three centuries ago reappeared, seeking to claim me once more—but that can never be... He is my greatest enemy, yet the one I loved with all my soul. He is the Lycan my pack despised. He is the mate I must reject, no matter how much it shatters me…
View More"Any last words?" Nameria asked Valen.
Her voice was already trembling with grief. Tears streamed down her cheeks as she held the poisoned silver sword against the neck of the one she loved most—her fated mate. Her love, her soul… But their years of secret love had led them to this bitter end.
"I did what I had to, Nameria! Your father poisoned mine last year, and as a prince, I must avenge him!" Valen spat through gritted teeth.
"And I was the one you chose to use? How long will we keep killing each other?" Nameria's voice wavered with sorrow, but she knew she had to do what was right, even if it shattered her heart. The Nameria who had loved Valen deeply had already died when he admitted to using her.
The lycans and her pack will never be friends.
"This ends now! Kill me!" His golden eyes blazed with desperation. She knew he was fighting the same urge to give in.
Valen was supposed to be stronger than her as a lycan prince. Yet here she stood, with the power to end it all—the one holding the sword that would take the life of her beloved.
"Ahhhhh!" With a cry of anguish, Nameria plunged the poisoned sword into Valen's chest. Lucy, her wolf, groaned within her, feeling the same pain that Valen did.
Nameria screamed in agony, but she fought through it. Darkness began to consume her.
"Nameria!" Logan, the beta, called out, and everything faded to black.
***
[Three Centuries Later]
Keira
Through a haze of pain, I struggled to focus my blurry vision. Hot tears streamed down my face, but they offered no relief.
My efforts were futile—I couldn't sense my wolf, Amara. I was too weak. The rough bark pressed into my back, and coarse ropes bound my wrists to the old oak.
"You poisoned me!" I spat, my voice hoarse and filled with venom.
The toxic wolfsbane was spreading through my body, causing pain in every nerve. My body shook uncontrollably, with my muscles spasming as the poison took effect. I glared at Selene with pure disgust. She was Ronan's destined mate, the she-wolf he brought to our pack four years ago, changing everything I thought I knew about my future.
Ronan is my alpha, and I was meant to rule beside him as his luna. But that title, once a source of pride, now felt like a cruel joke, and I was certain that I loathed the day I agreed to be his chosen mate.
As the daughter of the late alpha of the Darkwood pack, I had been raised with certain expectations. When my father brokered a truce with the rival Nightclaw pack, I became a pawn in the political maneuverings. "Marry their beta's son," he had said. I never imagined it would be the beginning of my nightmare.
Even as pain wracked my body, I saw Selene's smug smile. "Poor Luna! Aren't you ashamed of your ancestor, Queen Nameria?"
A sob escaped me, not from pain but from overwhelming disappointment in myself. I, the last descendant of the great Queen Nameria, had ruined her legacy.
Nameria is the only alphaqueen ever known in werewolf history. She was a powerful and clever she-wolf who avenged her father's death and ruled the world.
History tells of how she killed the lycan prince and began her conquest, taking one pack after another. The lycans were her slaves for years until her death.
The pack elders said I looked just like Nameria and felt her strong spirit in me. They predicted I would rise to power and lead a new era of wolf dominance.
What a cruel joke!
I am the last descendant of Nameria! She had ruled alone, without mate or alpha, the strongest she-wolf in history.
"Any last words?" Selene asked, her eyes sparkled with malice as she looked at the two rogues beside her, their faces lit by the flickering torches.
"If only I could turn back time!" I sobbed. The memories of the past nine years flashed before my eyes, a parade of mistakes and regrets. "I'd never have agreed to the pack union between the Nightclaw and Darkwood packs nine years ago! I despise the day I met Ronan at the lake!"
My voice grew more frantic as I continued, "I despise the day I started believing him! I despise the day he came into my pack and asked me to be his chosen mate!"
Each word was a dagger to my heart, a reminder of my naivety and misplaced trust.
Tears streamed down my face, mingling with the sweat from the fever induced by the wolfsbane. It was mortifying to think that I am the reason why Queen Nameria's legacy has been lost! After nine years of following Ronan, I'm now confronting my final moments!
Selene's laughter cut through my anguish. "You're truly losing it, Keira. Your tears and regrets won't change a thing. Your fate is in my hands, and I'm the one who will end it."
With a casual flick of her wrist, Selene signaled to the rogues. Time seemed to slow as they hurled their torches towards the base of the tree where I stood bound. The dry undergrowth caught immediately, flames licking upwards with frightening speed.
"Ahhhh!" The initial sensation of the fire was numbed by the poison coursing through my veins. I tried to hold on, determined to face my end with whatever dignity I could muster.
As the flames creaked up, searing my skin, I whispered, "Moon goddess, I call upon you! I never asked for anything before… I am responsible for everything that's happened to the Darkwood pack. It's my fault…"
Tears evaporated almost instantly as they fell. The inferno roared around me, devouring everything in its path. Through the swirling flames, I glimpsed Selene's smug face, reveling in my suffering with sickening satisfaction.
With my last breath, I made one final, desperate plea: "I wish I could go back to the day when all these mistakes were made!"
But I knew it was a futile wish. The intense heat burned my skin, and smoke filled my lungs. My vision blurred, and everything around me was just a swirl of red and orange. As I lost consciousness, my final thought was of Nameria and how deeply I had failed to honor her legacy…
***
Groans escaped me as I dragged myself out of bed, wincing as a sliver of sunlight pierced through a gap in the curtains and seared my skin. The sudden brightness drove a spike of pain into my skull, causing me to collapse from the mattress to the floor with a soft thud.
As my vision cleared, confusion set in. Nothing about this room looked familiar.
"Lucy!" I called for my wolf, but there was no response.
Suddenly, the door burst open. I looked up, bewildered, at the she-wolf who had entered. Fragments of past events and recognition started to surface in my mind, but a pounding headache quickly overshadowed them.
"Damn it!" I cursed, clutching the bed sheet tightly.
"Sis, are you alright?" she asked, her voice filled with concern. The name Freya surfaced in my foggy mind. That's right, she was Freya!
I barked out an order. "Call Xena! I need this headache to end. Now!"
The name came automatically to my lips—Xena, my trusted gamma.
Freya's expression shifted to one of confusion as if I'd grown a third head.
"Happy birthday, Keira!" She thrust a small, neatly wrapped box towards me.
"W-who is Keira?!" I stammered, struggling to piece together fragmented memories through the fog of pain. The headache was unbearable.
Freya's initial concern gave way to a chuckle. "Oh, I see. This must be a prank!"
"What do you mean? What is a prank?" I snapped, my voice rising. "Is this how you treat your queen?!"
“This is where those three omegas stay, Keira. What exactly are you planning to do?” Seren asked, her voice laced with curiosity. We each carried a bucket filled with pigeon droppings I had instructed her to collect. Seren had a unique gift: she could summon animals—a power I had sensed when I touched her pulse earlier. Hundreds of pigeons flew around the mansion’s western wing, where Theron lived, filling our two buckets with their droppings. Now, doubt showed in Seren’s amber eyes as she looked at me, nervously fiddling with the handle of her bucket. Instead of answering, I strode into the room and poured the contents of my bucket into all four corners. “K-Keira!” Seren gasped, her voice tight with disbelief. “Go! Pour what’s in your bucket onto the beds,” I ordered, my tone leaving no room for argument. She hesitated, shifting her weight from foot to foot, and irritation flared in me like a fire. “I’m doing this because Alpha Theron told you to look after me. This is your du
Alpha Theron’s molten orbs darkened before he kissed me fiercely. Caught in his intense gaze, I gave in, my resistance fading away like sand washed by the tide. His touch awakened something wild inside me—dangerous but irresistible, like tasting something forbidden. Every caress sent electric sparks through my body, making it impossible to think over the pounding of my heart. His tongue swirled inside my mouth. This is dangerous, but I love every taste of him; I love the movement of his mouth inside mine; I love his toxicity. His hand gripped my right breast, pinching its muscle, including the nipple. I winced, but pleasure followed. I couldn’t control the orgasm building inside me, especially now that I felt Alpha Theron’s hard cock pressing against my femininity. His broad tongue trailed over the sensitive part of my ear. ‘Damn it, Keira! Control your emotions!’ But how could I when I already felt his hands slowly gliding up from my legs, slipping through the hem of my dress be
“Are you out of your mind?” I demanded, my voice rising unexpectedly. Alpha Theron’s eyes narrowed, clearly taken aback by my sudden outburst. A muscle ticked in his jaw. I had asked my father for ten minutes alone with the insane Lycan king. “You’re getting bold, Keira…” Alpha Theron murmured, stepping toward me with a predatory grace. Instinctively, I backed up until the cold stone wall pressed against my back. His intoxicating scent surrounded me, overwhelming my senses. His fingers gripped my chin, firm but not harsh, his rough skin brushing against mine. His golden orbs burned into mine like he intended to devour me whole. “Do I need to remind you that you were the one who insisted we tell everyone I’m your mate? We wouldn’t be in this mess if you hadn’t done that. You’ve caught Ravenna’s attention, and now Kane wants your head.” The irritation in his voice was unmistakable. I swallowed hard, knowing he wasn’t wrong. “That’s exactly why we should end this! We don’t need
Alpha Theron’s presence in the pack house came as a surprise. I had no idea why he came here, but the reason for his arrival became clear that morning when my father called me to his office. The moment I entered with Freya, Alpha Theron’s penetrating golden gaze found me from where he sat alone on our ancient leather couch. Despite the presence of his beta and several guards, Theron’s raw energy dominated the room. The magnetic energy between us was undeniable, like a charge in the air, raising the tiny hairs on my arms. My father stood with the Darkwood pack elders. The scene felt eerily familiar, like the day I first woke up as Keira. The only difference now was the presence of Lycans instead of the Nightclaw pack. “Alpha Theron,” I greeted him, trying to keep my voice steady as my inner wolf stirred restlessly under my skin. He acknowledged me with a slight nod, though it felt like his eyes were stripping me bare. “Freya, wait outside,” Father ordered, his deep voice car
My fingers brushed against the cold surface of my father’s forehead, and in a heartbeat, memories of his death surged through my mind like a torrent of ice water. The brutal attack of the Lycan, his desperate, raw shout cutting through the pack house to warn the others… The metallic scent of blood… Then, I heard the Lycan’s beta sneer, “Do you know where your daughter is? There she is—madly in love with our prince! She’s clueless that Prince Valen is only using her for deception!” The scene shifted like dark smoke, forming dreadful images, each more horrifying than the last. I saw it with brutal clarity—the Lycan beta’s silver blade slitting my father’s throat in one swift, merciless motion, and then... the vision ended, leaving me trembling. “Ahhh!” I screamed, my heart splitting with agony as hot tears poured down my face. Clinging to my father’s lifeless body, cheeks soaked with grief, the pack watched in silence, unmoving, as my tears fell. Where had I been when our pack
Like Freya and my father, Ronan had the same pathetic intention of coming to the pack house. He knew why the two rogues had stayed in the city—and I was the reason. We sat in the resort’s restaurant, mingling with the oblivious crowd as though we were just like them. I didn’t want to be alone with Ronan, which is why I chose a public place. His gaze was piercing, and it unsettled me. “Keira,” he began, his voice soft but insistent. “I know I was wrong. We’ve come this far... when will you stop being so difficult and forgive me? I’m worried about you.” I raised an eyebrow, thoroughly unimpressed. I doubted he was truly worried about me—more likely, he was concerned about his precious status within his pack house. He needed me to secure Alpha Zander’s favor and complete his conquest of the Darkwood pack. He reached for my hand, his touch hesitant. “Keira... you don’t need to be trapped by the Lycans. Alpha Theron isn’t good for you. I’ve heard stories about him. He’s the reason you’
Using Keira’s memory, there was no news that the Lycan king had ever changed—whether by death or passing the title to someone else. As I went through Keira’s memories, I noticed gaps in her knowledge. She had never met Alpha Theron until now, or maybe the details of Lycan politics were often hidden from outsiders. “Why are you suddenly interested in me?” Alpha Theron asked, his piercing golden eyes studying me intently. “I’m just curious. You don’t have to answer,” I said, trying to sound casual. He raised his eyebrows while I felt multiple eyes on us; their stares prickled my skin. Vera watched me from across the room, her trembling gaze filled with fear and warning that screamed danger. Ronan, held back by his alpha and beta, looked at me in disbelief, tense as if ready to jump in at any moment. “Give me your contact number,” said Theron, grabbing my attention. The request took me by surprise. I looked at him again, trying to find any clue about his true intentions. “I don’t h
All the Lycans in the grand hall were looking intently at the tall, imposing man as he was the last one questioned by the man in his forties, whom I thought was the Lycan King. Seeing this mysterious Lycan, Bryn's eyes sparkled with excitement, and her cheeks flushed, perhaps because he was so captivating that Bryn had momentarily forgotten her mistakes. "Kick her out, Vera!" Theron, the Lycan King, commanded the stern-faced woman who stood beside him, her long, straight black hair reaching down to her waist. "Understood, Alpha Theron," the woman replied, I should've known that the mysterious Lycan was none other than the Lycan King himself. The way he carried himself with such poise and authority, the way he had swiftly seized and killed the female rogue in the forest without uttering a word, and the way he gave commands so effortlessly—it all pointed to his true identity. "Y-you're the Lycan King?" Bryn stammered, her voice shaking with both awe and fear. Theron's lips curved
My heart raced, each beat echoing through me as if it might explode. The feeling was overwhelming, but I wanted to deny it, to make it stop. I can’t bear to experience the ache once again. “What if I negotiate with your body?” The Lycan’s deep, husky voice sent shivers down my spine. His finger, mere inches from my cheek, froze in mid-air. I watched as a cold, knowing smirk spread across his face, his eyes shining with a dangerous look. The question that had bothered me since I first saw him came to mind: Is he my mate? The absence of Amara or Lucy made me doubt, yet I resisted feeling the bond! I hate Valen for using me! I hate the Lycans! But a desperate need for survival pulsed strongly. So, my hatred extended even to myself! I pushed his hand away. “Sorry, but I don’t feel the bond.” The anger on my face may be evident as he furrows his brows in response. “Right!” he snapped, “and I don’t need a mate!” His words were nearly a growl, his expression twisting in offens
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