The Half-Breed's Revenge
I am the orphaned hybrid of a vampire and a werewolf.
After my parents died, I was sent to the Silvermoon Pack, taken in by a distant relative on my father's side.
They had three sons—triplets—each carrying the noble Alpha bloodline. In public, they were the epitome of grace and charm. But behind closed doors, they were my living nightmare.
They despised me. To them, my blood was a stain, my existence a mistake. But in their world, I was more than just an outcast—I was prey.
They made a bet: who would be the first to have me?
To them, it wasn't just about desire. It was about possession, control. A way to chain me to them, to turn me into their plaything.
They drugged me and watched as I collapsed at their feet, powerless, theirs to toy with as they pleased.
In the end, they ruined me. Smeared my name until the whole pack sneered at me.
Then came the bonfire festival.
They tricked me away from the crowd and threw me into a pit—a collapsed silver mine, its air thick with toxic silver dust.
Torches rained down, their flames licking at the walls, while the silver seeped into my body. It poisoned me slowly.
Bit by bit, my body unraveled.
And finally, my consciousness dissolved into the dark.
But when I opened my eyes again, everything had reset. I had returned to the beginning.
One of the triplets, Reine, smirked as he leaned in, his voice laced with amusement. "Ayla, what a beautiful name. May I invite you to the bonfire festival?"
The bonfire festival?
Of course.
This time, let's make it your last night.