All Chapters of The Half-Breed's Revenge: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Ayla's POVI had been living with my aunt in the Silvermoon Pack for a few months now.Before that, my life had been quiet and secluded. My parents and I lived deep in the forest, far from the conflicts of werewolves and vampires. We had our own home—a peaceful sanctuary. My father was a werewolf with Alpha blood, my mother a vampire. They met during a hike in the woods and fell in love at first sight.But their love was forbidden. Werewolves and vampires were never meant to be together.To escape their people's wrath, they gave up everything and hid away in the wilderness, choosing exile over death—for my sake, their half-blood daughter. They had planned carefully, calculated that their savings would be enough to raise me into adulthood.But all of that was destroyed in a single night.A pack of rogue werewolves attacked us.My parents fought with everything they had to protect me, but in the end, they died. I barely escaped, carrying nothing but my father's map, a bundle of

Ayla's POV"Enough, Ayla. Stop recording and eat properly. It's basic etiquette. Delete the video."Ethan's face was dark as he snatched the phone from my hands.I knew exactly what they were afraid of. If I uploaded this footage to the Wolfpack Network, they wouldn't just face punishment from the Elders—they'd also break the hearts of all those noble families' unmarried fiancées.In the end, he deleted the video. But he didn't realize I had already uploaded it to an encrypted private cloud.In my past life, I had been too naive, believing that obedience and patience would lead me to my mate.Back then, I had just entered the Mate Awakening Phase—young, striking, and shrouded in mystery. I was a figure of intrigue within the pack.Many unmarked werewolves had tried to get close to me—only to be driven away by the triplets' looming presence.They had chased off my suitors, trapping me in an invisible cage.If they insisted on treating me as prey, then I wouldn't mind becoming a

Ayla's POVThe scent of the specially crafted incense candle filled the room, thick and sweet, seeping into every corner. My mind grew hazy, my thoughts unraveling as an unfamiliar heat spread through my body.Reine's lips brushed against my neck, warm and deliberate. A shiver ran through me. My body—my wolf—began to crave them against my will.But somewhere deep inside, a small, stubborn clarity remained, resisting.I had to stay calm. I couldn't make the same mistakes. I had to fight back! I had to expose them!Taking a slow, steady breath, I forced myself to clear my mind. But my heart wouldn't quite obey.They took turns kissing me, their touch lingering, possessive. Reine's hands slid over my legs, Kyle's lips brushed over my toes, and Ethan kneaded my chest with slow, coaxing strokes. My entire body softened beneath their touch.Their scent surrounded me intoxicatingly.Their voices wove together, whispering against my skin."Relax, Ayla. We just want you to feel goo

Ayla's POVFour days left until I "die".I needed to move quickly—exposing their secret production of wolfsbane, the drug they used to sedate young girls, had to happen soon.Among the three brothers, Ethan was the easiest to make talk.All I had to do was test the drug on myself and secretly record their crimes.So, I made my way to the tribal market. Weaving through the bustling crowd, I slipped past the lively stalls and into the quieter outskirts where the tents stood in tight clusters.This was where the witch, Ilahi, lived.I lifted the flap of her tent, about to speak, when a voice—ancient and ethereal—floated toward me from within."I knew you would come.""I need a medicine to suppress the backlash of wolfsbane—especially the mixed-injection version."She studied me for a moment, then retrieved a small black-gold vial from a hidden compartment. The liquid inside shimmered with an eerie blue-violet glow."The poison those 'noble boys' concocted—only this can countera

Ayla's POVThat weekend, I met the person who had left me a message at a café in the Silvermoon market.She was a soft-spoken woman, probably three or four years older than me. Sitting in a wheelchair, her pant leg hung empty, her delicate dress failing to conceal the scars of her body."You're Ayla, right?" Her gaze was steady. "I'm Emily Dawson. Before you, I was the Cassiel brothers' test subject."Three years ago, Emily had been the only Omega-blooded outsider ever accepted by the Alpha King. She barely had any wolf traits, but she was gifted in cooking and spices—skills that briefly made her popular in the Silvermoon Pack.She had once believed it was these qualities that won the triplets' admiration. But later, she realized the truth: she had simply fit their criteria for a game—young, beautiful, single, unmarked."I thought they were madly in love with me…" Her voice flickered like a candle about to go out. "But I soon realized they never saw me as a mate. Just a toy they