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REBIRTH OF A RUTHLESS ANGEL

REBIRTH OF A RUTHLESS ANGEL

Glenira is a 19-year-old, turning 20, pack affairs consultant, daughter of Delta Cyrus Tames, and mate to Alpha Damien. Damien is the Alpha of Blood moon pack,he is a promiscuous male and beds with every she wolf. He was sworn to be devoted to Glenira,but instead he betrayed her. Everly is Glenira's twin sister ,she is evil and selfish,she had always envied Glenira's progress and grew a deep seated hatred for her.She was secretly having an affair with Damien who Glenira,her twin sister was deeply and genuinely I love with Damien. Damien coldly declares that Everly is the woman who truly holds his heart, leaving Glenira devastated by the betrayal. In a cruel twist, Damien and Everly murder Glenira, disposing of her body in the cursed river of the Blood Moon, a sacred place steeped in the blood of countless warriors from ancient battles. Glenira's spirit, consumed by despair and betrayal, is drawn into the cursed river. The ancient dead who inhabit the river sense her purity and unfinished business. They weigh her heart and deem her worthy of another chance at life. Her spirit is reborn in the body of Michelle, the bold and fierce 18-year-old daughter of Beta Matthew from the Crescent Moon pack-a pack that has harboured a deep-seated hatred for the Blood Moon pack. Michelle, now harbouring the soul of Glenira, wakes with memories of her past life and a burning desire for revenge. She must navigate the complexities of her new identity, the relationships she inherits, and the growing responsibility as she trains to become the next Luna of the Crescent Moon pack under Alpha Magnus, a powerful and charismatic leader.
Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha King

Rejected by the Beta, Claimed by the Alpha King

I was an Omega born into a family of fierce werewolf warriors. My fated mate, Vance, was a high-ranking fighter who always despised my weakness. In my dreams, I saw our future. Our carriage was attacked by bloodthirsty Rogues. Vance shifted and ran ahead to fight, leaving me behind in the fragile wooden box. The violent crash over the rocky earth caused me to lose our unborn child in the freezing winter snow. Instead of comforting me, Vance used our sacred Mind-Link to pour his disgust directly into my brain, blaming me for being too fragile to protect our pup. He publicly complained about my weak scent and humiliated me in front of the entire pack, making it clear he only truly wanted my strong Warrior sister, Lyra. When I demanded a severance of our bond, he agreed with sheer relief. I was left to die a slow, miserable death in a forgotten, drafty corner of the pack. As I bled out in the cold, I felt nothing but absolute despair. Why did my endless submission and quiet obedience only earn me disgust and a pathetic end? Three times the Moon Goddess sent me that vision. Three times I woke with the taste of blood in my mouth. The third time, I knew it was not a nightmare—it was a warning. And when I opened my eyes, I was back in the Great Hall on the exact day my nightmare began. Vance was looking at me with pure resignation, arrogantly announcing to the crowd that he supposed an Omega was good enough for breeding, and he would accept me as his consolation prize. This time, I didn't lower my head. "I, Elara, reject you, Vance, as my mate." I turned my back on him and packed my bags for the Royal City. I was going to enter the deadly Luna Selection. But there was one detail in the vision I had never told a soul. In every replay of that nightmare, when the dream showed me a throne room soaked in blood, a pair of golden eyes always found me through the fog. And a voice—low, resonant, certain—spoke three words that followed me into waking: "There you are." I didn't know what they meant. I only knew that when I finally reached the Royal City, the King who ruled with blood and silver would already know my name—even if I had never spoken it to him.