Marked By The Alphas son

SCORNED EX WIFE : Queen Of Ashes

Annypen

Camille Lewis was the forgotten daughter, the unloved wife, the woman discarded like yesterday's news. Betrayed by her husband, cast aside by her own family, and left for dead by the sister who stole everything, she vanished without a trace. But the weak, naive Camille died the night her car was forced off that bridge. A year later, she returns as Camille Kane, richer, colder, and more powerful than anyone could have imagined. Armed with wealth, intelligence, and a hunger for vengeance, she is no longer the woman they once trampled on. She is the storm that will tear their world apart. Her ex-husband begs for forgiveness. Her sister's perfect life crumbles. Her parents regret the daughter they cast aside. But Camille didn't come back for apologies, she came back to watch them burn. But as her enemies fall at her feet, one question remains: when the revenge is over, what's left? A mysterious trillionaire Alexander Pierce steps into her path, offering something she thought she lost forever, a future. But can a woman built on ashes learn to love again? She rose from the fire to destroy those who betrayed her. Now, she must decide if she'll rule alone... or let someone melt the ice in her heart.

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It was 2A.M, the night was peaceful, still as if the world had disappeared from its main form. There wasn't a moon, neither was the sky cloudy. Darkness filled everywhere in the sky, except for one star. A single, burning star glowing bright, as if it didn't belong.

Everyone could feel it. A danger was beneath the surface. The star was a sign of something. A sign of a formidable being brought to this world. A hybrid had been born, born of both light and darkness, it was forbidden but destiny lied within the star. In that moment, A child was born. Supernatural forces in awe, and in the shadows, forces trembled, sensing the arrival of a powerful being they never expected.

Lyra was that hybrid.

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LYRA'S POV

Eighteen years later...

I am 18 today but my father, Michael didn't celebrate my birthday. He was so desperate for me to start school immediately. It's a tradition in our family that when we get to 18, we are expected to the school of the supernatural to understand the nature of our powers.

"Lyra, you'll be starting school tomorrow," he called out from the living room. I was in my room, hoping for a birthday surprise, "Pack your things. The driver will drop you off."

My birthday was forgotten. Again. He hates me. They all do. I was so badly expecting something, anything. With tears filling my eyes I took out my phone, played a song, pouring down my emotions and sang alongside. I have a good voice tho. At least that's what Kael always say.

Kael's my step brother but he always treated me like his younger sister. He was the only person in this lonely world who loves me, understands how I always felt.

" Happy birthday sissy," Kael came in with a flower. " Oh no, this was not the expression I was expecting."

Thanks bro," I forced out a smile sniffing and wiping my face. "I'm fine, you know how I behave."

"Now you looked like a mashed tomato, Lyra. You're starting school tomorrow, it should be an epitome of joy, not this... come here hun." He dropped the flower on the bed as he opened his arms for an embrace. "You have to be strong, learn to be happy for yourself and for me too okay."

I nodded, hugging him tightly feeling a bit better.

"You're choking me... Lemme help you pack up, so you won't miss anything." He whispered as I pulled out of his embrace heading to my closet to start packing.

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I stood in front of the gate of my new school. Academy of the supernatural. I was in awe as to how the gothic structure of the building was. The wall was at the highest, and the dark stone walls gave off an almost eerie vibe, like there was a spirit within the walls, all looking at me.

I gulped down my saliva, adjusting my bag I held on my shoulder, my heart racing faster than I wanted to admit. The wasn't just a school, it was a school filled with mystery. Everyone inside was something. Something powerful. But me? I didn't even know what I really was. I just knew I was different. Different from the rest of them.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped forward, forcing courage and a smile on my face like I belonged. I could hear whispers before I even made it to hallway. Some were curious, others suspicious, all of them unsettling.

It reminded me of my pack where I was brought up.

I'm used to it, I told myself, hoping I would feel bold, but it failed. I always had the feeling of never fitting into anything, of being a little too strange for the world I was brought in, and it followed me everywhere. I was the only one of my kind it wasn't just it, although it was a big part of it. It was mostly the fear I instilled in myself, the fear of the power I had, waiting to get out.

Taking a deep breath, I opened the door and walked inside. Woah. The hallways weren't as bad and scary as I thought it would. It was dimly lit, a gentle glow illuminating the walls with a warm surface.

I kept my face down; I was avoiding batting an eye with anyone. The last thing in my mind right now is to draw attention. I could feel it the second I walked through the hallways. People were staring at me.

I could hear their voices, their thoughts. Their scents, witches, demons, werewolves, vampire.

" This is the new girl with the purple eyes," one of them thought.

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