"So, Alpha ordered them?" Dad asked, his expression grim and cold. "Yes. I heard them," I responded while heading to my room. I needed to change before leaving for the cottage. "It makes sense now. Otherwise, how would he know that you were there, saving the woman he asked to kill?" He pressed his forehead, deep in thought. "Dad!" I turned, taking off my uniform. "Don't forget to put the CCTV camera in that place I asked you to, and—!" I stopped, staring at him, my eyes glossing with tears. "Don’t put a blindfold on your eyes. Remember, whatever happens, there are always two sides to the story!" In my previous life, we were indeed under the influence of the Protector of Leaders. My dad and I never left the Alpha's side, no matter what. We believed that someone had to dirty their hands, and we decided to do anything— dirtying ours or giving our lives for them. We didn’t even investigate further into the matter with the Black Shadow Wolf Pack and blindly believed that they wante
"Have I been dreaming?" I muttered under my breath as I found myself in the exact same place—right where I was after my death. However, a gentle caress on my head pulled me from my thoughts. "No, child. You haven’t," came the soft yet firm reply. I scrambled to my feet, stepping away from the lap I had unknowingly rested on, only to find myself staring at the Moon Goddess. My heart raced. Why was I here again if it wasn’t a dream? Confused and on edge, I stood frozen, my expression unreadable. "Sit down, child," she said, her voice warm but commanding. "Let’s have some tea. I apologize for this sudden visit!" "But why am I here?" I asked, unable to keep the confusion from my tone. The Moon Goddess, with her shimmering silver hair cascading down her back like liquid starlight, grinned playfully before lightly smacking my head. "Stop overthinking! I chose you and gave you another chance. That’s all there is to it—no need to complicate things." She placed a steaming cup of
What the hell is happening? I sighed internally. Here I was, being escorted by my mate—a man who seemed completely oblivious to the bond we shared. Or maybe he was acknowledging it and just… ignoring it?"Thank you for helping my sister," Hades said, his tone cold but sincere."You’ve thanked me a thousand times already," I shrugged, attempting nonchalance.He stopped walking and turned to me. "I owe you a proper introduction. It was rude of me not to introduce myself earlier."Straightening his posture, he continued, "I’m Hades Wraithborn, son of Alpha Wraithborn, of the Black Shadow Wolf Pack. It’s a pleasure to meet you.""Elysia," I said quickly. Then, before I could stop myself, I added, "You can call me Ellie.""Ellie?" he echoed, his deep voice sending a shiver down my spine.Oops. I clamped a hand over my mouth. Did I really just tell him to call me that? What was wrong with me?"No! Just Elysia. Don’t mind that," I laughed nervously, quickening my pace. What had possessed me
Today is the 13th of the month. In two days, on the 15th, we are expected to attend Alpha Hornet’s birthday banquet. I was supposed to go shopping for the event, but work had been piling up unexpectedly. As I stepped into my study, my eyes fell on a collection of old books about healing powers. They had been gathering dust for years—ever since I got married. One of these books, *The Therapeou*, was particularly special. It was nearly three centuries old and had been passed down through my family for generations. However, neither my father nor my grandfather ever unlocked its secrets; it was a widely held belief that only the women in our family were blessed with healing powers. This ability was extraordinarily rare, especially among wolves, whose natural immune systems rendered healing gifts almost unnecessary. I remembered *The Therapeou* vividly from my previous life. I’d uncovered its true value after Jonathan fell ill with a strange and rare disease. His condition was not mi
Mayor Blair woke up in the middle of the event. Watching him wince and groan from the anesthesia made me laugh. That girl wasn’t petite or an easy opponent. Taking down this Mayor on her own deserved praise. However, I decided not to handle her myself. I already had enough on my plate, and this was another side dish I didn’t want to touch. I didn’t know what made her think I killed her father. Well, my team would handle it properly. This was Dan’s victory. I knew that. It unfolded exactly as it had in my previous life. Sitting on the throne-like chair, resting my arm on the armrest, watching the fighting, people’s movements, and the insignificant sights I remembered from my past—it all felt like watching a movie on repeat. I knew everything. I knew what would happen next. However, that girl—meeting my mate, saving his twin sisters and their kids, and meeting the Alpha before his birthday banquet—felt like a glitch in the movie. I wondered how many things had happened that I
Meeting Kaelan Nightshades here was unexpected. From what I recalled, this was around the time he should have been imprisoned, his Alpha power failing to manifest. Alpha blessin pogs were rare, reserved for a select few, passed down bloodlines to define the next heir's role. Without it, Kaelan’s claim would have been forfeit—or so the rumors in my previous life suggested. They whispered that his Wolf's power came too late to save him from disgrace.Yet, here he was. The faint crimson mark shimmered on his forehead, barely visible but undeniable. A contradiction. Why did he have the mark now?“What brought you here, Alpha Nightshades? Surely, you know it’s dangerous to trespass on private property,” I said, my voice firm as I observed him from across the infirmary. The nurse tightened the bandages around his abdomen while I remained seated, arms folded. Kaelan's gaze flicked toward me, weary but unwavering. “I apologize for last night. Someone stabbed me with wolfsbane. My Wolf... i
The air was thick with smoke, the acrid stench burning my nose as I stepped closer to the inferno. Flames painted the night sky in hues of orange and red, a chaotic dance of destruction consuming the building. Firefighters shouted commands over the roar of the blaze, their efforts seemingly futile. I spotted my people just as I arrived. "Commander Celeriac! We tried to—" "Which floor is he on?" I barked, cutting Mike off without slowing my pace. "Sixth! Are you going in?" I didn’t answer. My bones cracked, sharp pains tearing through my limbs as Ella surged forward, her strength melding with mine. Claws replaced fingers, and my ears sharpened as her howl echoed into the night. The tension in her voice mirrored the storm in my chest. Let’s go! Smoke blurred my vision as I leapt from the ground to the third floor in one motion and then reached to sixth. Glass shattered beneath my feet as I entered through a broken window. Flames roared around me, their heat pressing against m
Hades," If you can't find your mate, accept Iris as your concubine! Someone should play the rule of the mother of your child!" My father left soon after, sending a woman to my study. The room stank of weakness. Her fear, cloying and bitter, clung to the air like a disease. I leaned back, the leather of my chair groaning under the weight of my indifference. My fingers drummed against the desk—a slow, deliberate rhythm, each tap a countdown to the moment I snapped. The dagger twirled lazily in my other hand, its sharp edge catching the dim light as it spun.Iris stood before me, trembling like a cornered rabbit. Her eyes, downcast, refused to meet mine. Coward. The Beta’s daughter—this fragile, simpering creature—was supposed to be my concubine. A snarl curled at the edges of my lips, the thought alone an insult to my existence.“Do you know what’s worse than weaklings, Iris?” My voice slithered across the room, cold and sharp. She flinched as if the words themselves had teeth. “Wea
The room was dim, a flickering flame from the lone candle casting tall shadows across the stone walls. My boots echoed heavily as I stepped toward the girl sprawled on the floor, her wrists scraped, hair a tangled mess of dark silk, her gaze never once dropping. She looked at me with the kind of defiance that irritated me—yet also intrigued. She reminded me of Elysia. When I first met Elysia, she had that expression. She didn’t cower. Didn’t cry. Just stared. She was too young to be this brave. She could definitely feel the pressure around her. Yet, her eyes told - I don't give a fuck about the situation I am in. “Your name,” I said flatly, scanning her. If she proved useful, I might use her to find my woman. She tilted her head, amused more than alarmed. “I don’t remember.” Her voice was soft, low, but calculated. Lying. “Where are you from?” I asked, crouching in front of her. Not too close. Just enough to catch the slight shift in her pupils. She blinked, slow and steady,
The first thing I did was call the Moon Goddess.It had been ages since I last summoned her—centuries, perhaps—ever since I turned my back on divinity and walked away from the ruins of a kingdom that once knelt at my feet. I had withdrawn from politics, from divine counsel, from everything that demanded reverence and strategy. My hands had spilled too much blood in the name of purpose. I had no room left for another cause.But this was different.Elysia had vanished. Her scent, her presence, the lingering burn of her spirit in the air—it had all dissolved like dew in sunlight. One moment, she had been beneath me, breathing, fighting, breaking. The next, nothing.I needed to know where she was.The sky above my mountain burned a cold silver as I climbed the summit. This place, once a holy site, had not been visited by a soul in decades. Stones cracked under my boots as I stepped into the ancient circle carved from obsidian and bone. The crescent glyphs glowed faintly at my touch, still
Hades,One thing I had forgotten when I was searching for her in my study was the distinct scent of holy magic. It was faint, barely there, like the remnants of a dream, but unmistakable for someone like me. That kind of scent only lingered in places blessed or touched by divinity—like when one stands before the Moon Goddess herself and dares to have a physical conversation. That scent didn't belong in my study. It had no reason to be there.At first, I didn’t give it much thought. It was so light, almost as if it had been carried by the wind and simply passed through. But as the hours slipped by, as my attempts to reach her were met with silence, as her presence faded like the warmth from a dying fire, that scent began to gnaw at my mind. The more unreachable she became, the worse the storm inside me grew. My heart, my soul, my Alpha wolf—every part of me was screaming. The desperation was unlike anything I had ever felt.Now, sitting in the room where Elysia had grown up, I realized
Elysia,Judging by the scent of dried hay, the feel of the rough wool blanket, and the rustic scent of firewood smoke that clung to every surface, one thing was certain—I was no longer in my own body. This was the fragile vessel of a seventeen-year-old human girl. My fingers, small and calloused, trembled slightly as I sat up, adjusting to the strange physicality of my new form.The village was called Druvo, nestled at the base of the Varkel Mountains. I remembered the name from the scrolls I once read in the Astral Archives, one of the books that held vivid information of mythical worlds that we never thought would exist. Druvo was known as the cursed village that bordered the Dark World—the realm ruled by wretched sorcerers and witches who had once brought entire kingdoms to their knees. Now, it seemed the people here lived in quiet terror, like deer hiding from wolves. There was hardly any sound, even during daylight. Conversations were hushed. Children did not laugh. And food… fo
Hades,The wind bit against my face as I stood at the edge of the Moonlit Silver Wolf Pack’s territory, holding Ruby close to my chest. Her small hands gripped the front of my shirt tightly, her cheek pressed against me. She hadn’t spoken much since that morning. Not after watching me panic, tear the house apart, and shout into every corner for someone who never replied. Three days.That was how long it had been since I last saw Elysia. Since she sat at the kitchen table like a statue and then vanished into silence and chaos. The note, the blackout footage, the missing documents—every second since had gnawed at my sanity. Now, here I was, seeking the only person I thought might have some answers.Gamma Celeriac stood at the packhouse entrance, tall and rigid like a mountain. His presence had always demanded respect. But now, his expression was unreadable, carved from stone. He hadn’t aged a day since I last saw him, but something in his eyes looked heavier, deeper—like he already kne
I felt a deep pit settle in my chest the moment I stepped out of the house three days ago. An inexplicable ache stirred within me, one I tried to suppress but couldn’t ignore. I felt bad—terrible, even—but I couldn't stay. Not when Hades was around. Not when every fiber of my being warned me that our destinies had already entangled and unraveled before. Our fate wasn’t fresh or new. It had already run its course in some forgotten past, tangled in blood and sacrifice.For some reason, in my previous life, despite everything that happened on that day—the day I stabbed him in the chest—I kept getting this strange, haunting feeling: Hades didn’t die. He should have, but he didn’t. Our mate bond had been severed, that much I was sure of. But still, he hadn’t died. My gut screamed that he lived. That maybe, just maybe, the two cloaked figures who drove their blades across my chest that day were somehow connected to Hades. Perhaps it had all been to sabotage Hecate’s grand design. To destro
“My child!”Selene’s voice pulled me out of my thoughts. She stood a few steps away, glowing faintly in her usual graceful poise, her silver hair floating like mist around her. But it was her eyes—filled with worry—that caught me off guard.“Are you sure you want to do this?” she asked gently. “You’re happy, aren’t you?”I looked at Ella beside me. She wasn’t just a part of me—she was me. Her presence had become clearer since the memories started coming back. She nodded slowly, as if giving me the permission I didn’t know I needed.I shook my head, not because I wasn’t happy, but because this went beyond me now.“I remember what Hecate said when she gave me this second chance,” I told Selene, my voice steady despite the storm in my chest. “I can’t let her win.”Selene’s expression softened. She stepped forward and reached out, placing one hand on my head, the other on Ella’s. The warmth from her touch sank into my skin like sunlight after a cold storm, and for a moment, I felt safe. L
Hades,“Take care of Ruby. I will return soon.”That was all she left behind. After translating it that was all I got from her note. One short line, scrawled in her unmistakable handwriting. No explanations. No details. No clue where she was going or why she had to leave so suddenly. I held the note in my hand, staring at it until the ink began to blur. The words looked simple—innocent, even—but I knew better. They were heavy. Laced with finality. And that terrified me more than anything.Elysia was gone.There was no sign of her presence in the house. Not even the faintest trace of her scent. Her aura, usually woven so thickly into the walls that I could feel it even in sleep, had vanished. She’d covered her tracks well. Too well. The last footage of her stiffed movement before she entered in my study was the only thing I could find.She didn’t just leave.She disappeared.And she took three parts of the Knowledge with her. The Knowledge wasn’t something you simply took and walked
Hades,The moment the flickering lights of daylight hit my eyelids, I opened my eyes. A smile spread over my face when the moments of last night suddenly rushed through my mind unexpectedly. Her touch, the way her body curled against mine, and the quiet comfort of her breath against my neck—it all came back like a warm breeze. Assuming that my little mate would be next to me, I turned.But instead of seeing the sight of my little mate, I felt a cold, empty side next to me. The sheet was still slightly crumpled, her scent faint but lingering like an afterthought. A low chuckle escaped my throat. She was an early bird and I underestimated her. It was so like her to wake before me and slip out quietly.Throwing the blanket away from my body, I decided to head to the bathroom first and then to the kitchen or the gym. However, as the blanket hit the other side of the bed, a soft crinkle caught my attention. My vampire instincts, sharp and ever-alert, instantly honed in on the unfamiliar