The hall shimmered with golden chandeliers and the chatter of high-ranking officials. Their laughter and celebratory toasts filled the air, drowning out the memories of blood and battle. I stood at the entrance, cradling my swollen belly, my eyes hollow and dark. A blood-stained necklace dangled from my hand, the cold metal biting into my palm. “I am the Gamma’s daughter,” I whispered, my voice barely audible over the clinking of glasses. My shaky body moved forward, through the crowd, the cold path beneath my feet leading me to the man at the center, laughing with pride and ego. My voice grew louder with each step. “A frontliner, a commander, and the daughter of Gamma Celeriac, who gave his life protecting this pack!” The room fell silent. All eyes turned to me, the Luna of the Moonlit Silver Wolf Pack. I could see the concern in their eyes as they took in my appearance, the once adored Luna now in her worst situation. “Elysia,” Alpha Jonathan Hornet called, his voice laced w
At the age of 12, I was blessed with my Wolf, unlike most kids. At 13, I held my claws against the Commander's neck. By 16, I had already graduated early from College in defense and was promoted to a Warrior in my father's team. At 18, I was a commander, frontliner, and healer with my Wolf.At 19, I had yet to meet my mate. For seven years, I waited for him, but I didn’t find him. Before my 20th birthday, I was invited to the Late Alpha's birthday banquet as an honorable guest, and there I met Jonathan, the man who was a heartthrob to every woman in our pack.From that day on, my life revolved around him. I was assigned as his personal assistant, mostly like a Beta, helping him with everything. Since my father, Gamma Celeriac, was leading the wars and other military matters, I was asked by Alpha to accompany the soon-to-be Alpha in making every important decision.My love for him grew, and so did my blindness. There were red flags about him that made me uncomfortable—his obsession wit
In my memories, he was perfect, always the one who couldn't do anything wrong. I was so blinded by his perfect manipulation and fake love that his words became my command. When it came to someone he deemed an opponent, I was his sword. Whatever he did became, in my eyes, an example of a great ruler. I was like a child captivated by a poorly written book, drawn to the thrill it offered. However... "The morning is beautiful! How long has it been since I last saw the morning sun at my childhood home?" The rays slipped off my fingers, reaching the part of my bed. I missed this summer. Now, the blindness was gone, replaced by revenge and the thought of making things right. I had no courage to face my mate, the one I killed during the war. I wouldn't pursue him either. In our past life, I betrayed him, killed him with my own hands as if it meant nothing. Turning to him now, just because I had chosen the wrong person, would be purely selfish. I didn’t want to be selfish again. As
She was beautiful… Even at her worst, the woman looked so eye-catching. Crouching down, I checked her purse. She was unconscious and had lost a significant amount of blood. It seemed like she had been fighting against something—or someone. “Where is your pup?” I muttered, carrying her toward the river. Ella loved fishing for two reasons: one, I loved fish, and two, the river on this mountain had healing powers. It was filled with herbs and aquatic plants containing antidotes for various poisons. Soaking her halfway in the water, I turned toward the source of the blood. Ella could smell it from at least two kilometers away. “Find the pups first!” I commanded Ella while approaching the first traces of her blood. “She gave birth!” Ella murmured, “She was right when she said pups. They’re in wolf form!” “That’s rare,” I muttered. Only in rare cases did she-wolves give birth to their children in wolf form. During this process, they couldn’t return to their human form until they ha
How could he be here? My mind raced as his touch sent an electric shock through my body. I felt my skin burning up. I had found him—my mate, the man I killed with my own hands. "Thanks for helping my sister, but I'll handle the rest." He released my wrist, grabbed the man by the collar, and punched him hard in the stomach, rendering him comatose. His towering figure made me feel small as he turned toward us. "Thank you!" he said curtly, gathering the pups into his arms, completely ignoring me. Or perhaps he didn’t want to acknowledge me as his mate. I didn’t know, and I had no answers. That familiar voice echoed in my ears. When I rejected him back then, he only asked me one question: "Won't you regret it?" I didn’t respond. At the time, I didn’t think he deserved even a second of my attention. But seeing him now—unbothered by my presence despite being my mate—I felt both relieved and regretful. Someone like me didn’t deserve him. He deserved someone better. I watched
Because of my Wolf, who was as strong as I was, I could count every single heartbeat of the guards around the cottage. The presence of people from different packs should have made Alpha alert us. However, Alpha's silence confirmed my doubts—he wasn't going to do anything about it.It wouldn't take long for him to know that I was the one who invaded their plans. Alpha wouldn't let them kill that woman without any witnesses.So, when I was trying to protect the kids, there might have been someone watching us."I will be called soon!" The words remained on my lips when I heard my father's voice."Elysia! Return home immediately."So here we were. Dad never used the Mindlink unless it was an emergency. That meant it *was* an emergency."Grandma!" I called out to her.She turned, her sharp eyes reading mine. "Go! They will be fine with me!"Oh! I had entirely forgotten. Alpha hated Grandma Aurora for some reason. His people wouldn't dare attack her or the children if they were with her.Wi
"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
Hades,"Boss! The client has accepted the termination proposal. They won’t ask for compensation, but in exchange, they want us to provide the exact goods to their different branches!" Alex Graham placed the termination letter on the table, his voice steady as he explained the details. He was a human—the caretaker of my villa in the human world. Unlike the rest of his kind, he had long known of my existence. "Good. It’s a fair deal," I muttered, clicking my tongue before grabbing another file. Then, without looking up, I asked, "Did she wake up?" Alex hesitated. "Not yet. My father said the amount of blood you took might have weakened her, but… he’s surprised that a human like her is still alive." A slow smirk tugged at my lips. *Human?* The Graham family had been my loyal guards for centuries, yet they still refused to believe in werewolves. They knew I was a vampire, but they assumed Elysia was just another mortal. I stood up, adjusting my sleeves. "Let’s meet her." Ale
Gamma Celeriac, "Master! You shouldn’t have left her with Hades Wraithborn!" Aurora’s voice was laced with urgency, her hands trembling as she clenched them into fists. "If he really is King Davies’s son, Lady Elysia is in danger. Don’t you know he killed all the women of Carl-stron City?" Her concern was palpable, her golden eyes filled with unmasked worry. She had never supported my decision to send Elysia to the human world, let alone erase her memories. And now, with Hades Wraithborn involved, her unease had turned into outright desperation. But what other choice did I have? The Moon Goddess was the overseer. She knew Elysia’s words were true—she had been reborn. But it wasn’t by the will of fate. Or a second chance Elysia claimed. Hecate had done it, twisting destiny to claim her soul. Her soul , my daughter's soul was equal to mine. If she could get hers, who knew what destruction she would bring? And while Elysia had once defeated Hades Wraithborn, he had never truly di
I knew that if I wanted to claim her, I had to play the game on their terms. But the fact that Gamma Celeriac allowed me to leave with her, despite knowing that I needed her blood to lift my curse, made no sense. Still, I had no choice but to go along with it. A devil like me—someone who thrived on blood and chaos—had no boundaries, and it would be no different with her. As long as she gave me her blood, I would play the role of a gentleman. But the misunderstanding between us felt fatal. She had been touched only by me. No one else. I had thought I made that clear. And yet, she was trapped in a nightmare of her own making, one where I was the villain. This woman… "I don't know them!" Her voice rang out as she stood in front of a group of people who seemed genuinely concerned for her. Leaning against the car, I watched in silence, irritation flickering across my face. The way she reacted to them, as if they were strangers, made it clear—she had forgotten them. Or perhaps
Hades,“Alpha! The CCTV footage only captured the moment they followed Lady Elysia. After that, they vanished without a trace. All I could find after analyzing the data was that they were working in some bar downtown and had a few criminal records.” Carlos’ voice carried frustration as he relayed the information, but my attention remained fixed on the mirror before me. The white suit clung to my form, pristine yet suffocating. Since the moment she woke up, Elysia had refused to speak to me or even meet my gaze. The weight of her silence was heavier than any wound. I didn’t know how she had twisted the truth so terribly. According to her father, the drug in her system was lethal for an average wolf, which meant it could have induced vivid hallucinations. That must be the reason she believed she had been violated by those men—when, in reality, she had been with me. Yet, none of this made sense. The biggest mystery was why she was my mate in the first place. Carlos hesitated befo
"How are you feeling right now?" Dad asked gently, his voice laced with worry as he held a spoonful of porridge before my lips. The strong scent of herbs filled the air, making my stomach churn slightly. I nodded quietly, unable to summon the strength to speak. My body felt drained, as if all the energy had been sucked out of me, leaving behind nothing but exhaustion. Even Ella was weak, her presence flickering in the back of my mind like a dimming candle. The results from my blood test had confirmed the worst. Those two people had not only injected me with an aphrodisiac but had also poisoned me with a slow-acting venom. A cruel, calculated toxin designed to kill me slowly if I did not receive the antidote in time. Their plan had been meticulous. Before attacking me, they had already decided my fate. First, they would violate me, shattering my soul, and then the poison would finish the job. Dad’s hand trembled slightly as he brought the spoon closer. His eyes, always so strong
Elysia,How did I end up like this? How did my strength suddenly drain from every inch of my body, leaving me hollow and weak? I stood frozen, my vision blurred, my breath unsteady. My mind refused to process what I was seeing. Ruby—the tiny, strange-looking creature—was burning two bodies. A sickening wave of nausea crashed over me. My stomach twisted painfully, and the next moment, I doubled over, vomiting onto the ground. My entire body trembled, cold sweat forming on my skin. My heart pounded erratically, my mind spinning. I had been drugged. My body ached in ways I couldn’t explain. And now, my pet—my gentle, affectionate Ruby—was burning human bodies as if it had been waiting for this moment. I wiped my mouth with the back of my hand, my breathing ragged. My stomach clenched again when I saw the flickering flames reflecting in Ruby’s round, teary eyes. Ella, my wolf, stirred inside me, but she felt weak, distant. It was as if something was preventing her from reaching me
For her better treatment and comfortable stay, I decided to discharge her from the hospital. With this decision, I decided to go somewhere where I should have from the beginning. To her father, Gamma Celeriac. The journey from the hospital to my residence was a blur. Each passing moment felt like an eternity. Elysia’s body remained still in my arms, her breathing shallow, as if the weight of the world had pressed down on her fragile form. I could barely concentrate on the road, my mind consumed by the burning guilt that gnawed at my insides. Every beat of my heart seemed to echo the torment I felt for what I had done to her. I had broken her. I had broken her in a way that couldn’t easily be undone. She misunderstood the entire situation but the pain I caused was unforgivable. As I entered my residence, the doors slammed open with a force that rattled the stone walls. I strode through the entrance with purpose, my every step heavy with the weight of responsibility. The pack me
The air felt too thin, too cold, pressing against my lungs with each labored breath. Elysia's body, typically taut with her unyielding defiance, was limp in my arms. Her chest rose and fell too shallowly for my liking, her skin pale as if the very life had been drained from her. The blood from her nose had slowed, but its remnants stained her skin like a constant reminder—of my carelessness, of the cruelty I'd inflicted on her without even thinking.I ran, not paying attention to the pounding of my feet on the earth, nor the snapping of branches around me. All that mattered was the fragile weight of her in my arms. Every step I took was laced with panic, with guilt, and with the overwhelming urge to undo everything I had done. The spell, that cursed magic, had been meant to protect her—to keep her near me, safe. But it had only done the opposite. It had burned her, both physically and emotionally. And now she was barely clinging to life.I gritted my teeth, my jaw aching from the forc
The moment she turned her face toward me, my breath caught in my throat. Wide, haunted eyes stared back at me—eyes that held an emotion I couldn’t quite place. Fear? Betrayal? Pain? It twisted inside me like a knife, the cold edge slicing through something raw inside my chest. "You... you left," I said, my voice rough, as if the words themselves were scraping against my throat. She flinched. A barely noticeable tremor ran through her body, but I saw it. I felt it. "I had to," she whispered, and something about the way she said it made my stomach tighten. Had to? My hands curled into fists at my sides. I had searched everywhere for her. Gone mad trying to find her. And now she was standing right in front of me, acting as if she had no choice but to disappear? “What do you mean you had to?” My voice came out harsher than I intended, but I couldn’t control it. The rage. The frustration. The goddamn ache that had been sitting in my chest since the moment I woke up and found