Betrayed by her closest ally and poisoned by those she trusted most, Luna Seraphina thought her story ended with her death. But the Moon Goddess had other plans. Reborn into the body of Astrid, a rogue with untapped power, Seraphina returns to her pack to uncover the truth. No one recognizes her-not even her mate, Kieran, who unknowingly cast her aside. As she pursues justice, an undeniable passion ignites between her and Kieran, risking everything- or offering her the redemption she craves.
Seraphina POV
The cold seeped into my bones, waking me from a dreamless void. My eyelids felt heavy, my limbs foreign, as though they belonged to someone else. The last thing I remembered was the sharp pain of poison coursing through my veins and the betrayal etched in the smirk of the one I trusted most... But I wasn't dead. Not anymore.
The soft rustle of leaves reached my ears, accompanied by the faint scent of damp earth. My fingers twitched, brushing against the rough texture of dirt and roots. A groan escaped my lips, the sound unfamiliar to my own ears. Slowly, I forced my eyes open, blinking against the dappled sunlight filtering through the canopy above.
The forest around me was quiet, unnervingly so. I pushed myself upright, my body sluggish and uncooperative. Glancing down, I froze. These weren't my hands-smaller, calloused, with faint scars crisscrossing the knuckles. Panic surged, but before it could overwhelm me, a whisper echoed in my mind.
"You are not finished yet, Seraphina."
The voice was gentle yet commanding, familiar in a way that made my chest ache. The Moon Goddess. She had done this. She had brought me back. But why? And why in this body?
A sharp pang shot through my skull, memories not my own flooding in-a girl named Astrid, running, hunted, rejected. Her pain tangled with mine, a storm of anguish and fury. She had been cast out, deemed unworthy, and left to fend for herself. Her story mirrored mine in ways that felt too cruel to be coincidence.
My breathing steadied, determination hardening within me. This wasn't the end; it was a beginning. The Moon Goddess didn't grant second chances lightly. If she placed me here, in this broken body with its buried power, it was for a reason.
Pushing to my feet, I winced at the stiffness in my joints. The forest swayed slightly, and I leaned against a tree for balance. Hunger clawed at my stomach, but the urgency to move overwhelmed it. I didn't know where I was, but I knew where I needed to go.
Home.
The thought brought a bitter taste to my mouth. Was it still my home? Did they mourn me, or was my death celebrated? Did Kieran-no. My jaw clenched. He didn't deserve my thoughts, not after rejecting me, not after failing to protect me.
A snap of a branch pulled me from my spiral. My senses sharpened, heart pounding in my chest. I wasn't alone.
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Kieran POV
The rogue stench hit me before I saw her. My patrol had been uneventful until now, the usual unease of the forest pressing against me. But this was different. There was no fear in the air, no desperation-just a presence that didn't belong.
My wolf stirred, his attention shifting to the east. I signaled for the others to stay back, moving silently through the underbrush. The rogue came into view moments later, leaning against a tree.
She looked small, frail even, but there was something about her that kept me from dismissing her outright. The way she stood, the set of her jaw-she didn't carry the defeated air of a typical rogue.
"What are you doing here?" My voice cut through the silence like a blade.
She turned slowly, her gaze locking onto mine. The impact of her eyes hit me like a physical blow. Blue-green, bright and haunting, they seemed to pierce through me, searching for something I couldn't name.
"Looking for a place to rest," she said, her voice steady despite the tension crackling between us.
Her answer didn't satisfy me. Rogues rarely wandered into pack lands without a reason, and this one had an edge to her that set my instincts on high alert.
"This is Thorne pack territory," I said, stepping closer. "Rogues aren't welcome here."
"I'm not here to cause trouble," she replied, tilting her chin defiantly. "I'll leave if you want, but I'd prefer not to collapse from hunger first."
Her words caught me off guard. Most rogues begged or lied to save themselves, but she stood her ground. Something about her was off, and I couldn't shake the feeling that I should know her.
My wolf growled low in my mind, urging me to get closer, to scent her properly. I ignored him, keeping my distance.
"What's your name?"
She hesitated, a flicker of something unreadable crossing her face. "Astrid."
The name didn't ring any bells, yet the unease remained. I studied her for a moment longer before stepping aside. "You'll come with me. Any sign of trouble, and you're dead."
Her lips twitched, almost forming a smirk. "Fair enough."
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Seraphina POV
The weight of Kieran's gaze lingered long after I followed him through the forest. He didn't recognize me. I'd half-expected him to, despite knowing it was impossible. This body wasn't mine, and the bond we'd once shared was severed the moment he rejected me.
Still, his presence felt like both a balm and a wound. My heart ached, but I pushed the emotion down. There was no room for weakness, not now.
The pack came into view, its high walls as imposing as I remembered. The scent of familiar wolves hit me like a punch to the gut. Memories surged-laughter, betrayal, love, loss. My fingers curled into fists, nails biting into my palms.
Kieran led me through the gates, his posture stiff, every step measured. The wolves who noticed us eyed me with suspicion, whispers trailing in our wake.
"What's a rogue doing here?" one muttered.
"Must be desperate," another sneered.
Their words barely registered. My focus remained on the Alpha walking ahead of me, his broad shoulders tense, his head held high. He hadn't changed much, yet there was a hardness to him now that hadn't been there before.
He stopped abruptly, turning to face me. "You'll stay in the holding cells until we figure out what to do with you."
The coldness in his tone stung, but I nodded. Fighting back now would only raise suspicions. I needed time to plan, to uncover the truth without drawing attention.
Kieran's gaze lingered on me for a moment longer, his eyes narrowing slightly. Then he turned and walked away, leaving me in the hands of a guard.
The cell was small and damp, but it didn't matter. I wasn't here to stay. I was here to uncover the truth, and nothing- not even Kieran-would stop me.
Betrayed, rejected, and humiliated in front of her entire pack by her one true love, Jaxon Hale, Amara thought her life was over when he auctioned her off like she was nothing. But her fate took an unexpected turn when she met *him*. Dante Moretti, a ruthless Alpha mafia leader, purchased Amara not for love, but for revenge. Fueled by a deep grudge against her family, he intended to use her as a pawn in his vendetta. Yet, what he didn't anticipate was the undeniable pull between them. He didn't expect to desire her, to cherish her, or to claim her as his own. When love and vengeance collide, Dante is forced to confront his own demons and make an impossible choice. Will he hold on to his hatred, or will Amara's love be enough to redeem him?
After a string of failed relationships, Mia Hart agrees to a "friends with benefits" arrangement with her best friend, Colton Hayes, a powerful Alpha and billionaire. But when Mia's feelings deepen, she's torn as Colton grows closer to his manipulative ex, Sabrina Lane. "You said this was just physical," Colton says coldly, arms crossed, his intense hazel eyes locked on hers. "It was," Mia replies, her voice breaking as her heart aches. "But things have changed. I can't pretend it means nothing anymore." Colton's jaw tightens. "We had an agreement. I thought you understood." "Did I?" Mia's voice trembles with frustration. "Or was I just fooling myself into thinking I could handle this? Do you think I wanted to fall for you?" For a fleeting moment, his gaze softens, but he quickly masks it. "That pull? It's just lust, Mia. Nothing more." "Is it?" she retorts, her voice rising. "Or are you too afraid to admit you feel it too?" Colton runs a hand through his hair, tension radiating from him as he wrestles with emotions he's not ready to face.
Eliza Carter has always lived a life shadowed by hardship, raised by an alcoholic father with no mother to lean on. But things take a devastating turn when she discovers that her father owes a million dollars to Damien Viera, the ruthless and dangerous man who controls the city's underworld. With no way to pay off the debt, Eliza is given an impossible ultimatum: become Damien's wife or lose her life. Torn between survival and despair, she must make a choice that will shape her future. Will she marry a man she fears to clear her father's debt, or will she choose death over a life with him? As the days go by, Eliza faces a whirlwind of emotions-will she find happiness in this marriage, or will she be consumed by hatred for the man who controls her fate?
Raven has spent her life as a forgotten omega, kept alive only by the ruthless will of Lady Morgana, who needs her to save her only son, Alpha Orion. A prophecy foretold that only a hybrid wolf from the mysterious Shadowclaw Clan could cure the madness that threatens to consume him. But the prophecy came at a terrible price-Orion's father led a massacre that destroyed Raven's entire clan, leaving her as the lone survivor. Raised as a tool to fulfill the prophecy, Raven grew into her role, never realizing that destiny would bind her to Orion in a way neither could escape. When she was revealed as his fated mate, joy quickly turned to despair. Trapped between his mother's expectations and his spiraling sanity, Orion rejected her, igniting a series of painful events that would alter both their lives forever. Now, with war looming and another Alpha vying for her heart, Raven must confront a tangled web of love, betrayal, and survival. As long-buried secrets rise to the surface, Orion's descent into madness threatens to destroy not only their bond but the future of the entire pack. Torn between the mate who rejected her and the Alpha who offers her a new beginning, Raven must make an impossible choice.
For the whole 17 years of her existence, Alana did not know the word freedom and happiness having been confined in the basement of her family's house accused of killing her own mother. She's beaten, cursed at, and barely survived from crumbs of food thrown at her. She thought this is her final destiny and has accepted the bitter fate of her life not until the night of her 18th birthday, a mysterious alpha appeared at her door telling her that she is the long-lost daughter of the alpha king and claiming her as his mate he's been looking for several years now.
Madisyn was stunned to discover that she was not her parents' biological child. Due to the real daughter's scheming, she was kicked out and became a laughingstock. Thought to be born to peasants, Madisyn was shocked to find that her real father was the richest man in the city, and her brothers were renowned figures in their respective fields. They showered her with love, only to learn that Madisyn had a thriving business of her own. "Stop pestering me!" said her ex-boyfriend. "My heart only belongs to Jenna." "How dare you think that my woman has feelings for you?" claimed a mysterious bigwig.
The whispers said that out of bitter jealousy, Hadley shoved Eric's beloved down the stairs, robbing the unborn child of life. To avenge, Eric forced Hadley abroad and completely cut her off. Years later, she reemerged, and they felt like strangers. When they met again, she was the nightclub's star, with men ready to pay fortunes just to glimpse her elusive performance. Unable to contain himself, Eric blocked her path, asking, "Is this truly how you earn a living now? Why not come back to me?" Hadley's lips curved faintly. "If you’re eager to see me, you’d better join the queue, darling."
When Zora was sick during the early days of her pregnancy, Ezrah was with his first love, Piper. When Zora got into an accident and called Ezrah, he said he was busy, when in actual fact, he was buying shoes for Piper. Zora lost her baby because of the accident, and throughout her stay at the hospital, Ezrah never showed up. She already knew that he didn't love her, but that was the last straw for the camel's back, and her fragile heart could not take it anymore. When Ezrah arrived home a few days after Zora was discharged from the hospital, he no longer met the woman who always greeted him with a smile and cared for him. Zora stood at the top of the stairs and yelled with a cold expression, "Good news, Ezrah! Our baby died in a car accident. There is nothing between us anymore, so let's get a divorce." The man who claimed not to have any feelings for Zora, being cold and distant towards her, and having asked her for a divorce twice, instantly panicked.
Darya spent three years loving Micah, worshipping the ground he walked on. Until his neglect and his family's abuse finally woke her up to the ugly truth-he doesn't love her. Never did, never will. To her, he is a hero, her knight in shining armour. To him, she is an opportunist, a gold digger who schemed her way into his life. Darya accepts the harsh reality, gathers the shattered pieces of her dignity, divorces him, takes back her real name, reclaims her title as the country's youngest billionaire heiress. Their paths cross again at a party. Micah watches his ex-wife sing like an angel, tear up the dance floor, then thwart a lecher with a roundhouse kick. He realises, belatedly, that she's exactly the kind of woman he'd want to marry, if only he had taken the trouble to get to know her. Micah acts promptly to win her back, but discovers she's now surrounded by eligible bachelors: high-powered CEO, genius biochemist, award-winning singer, reformed playboy. Worse, she makes it pretty clear that she's done with him. Micah gears up for an uphill battle. He must prove to her he's still worthy of her love before she falls for someone else. And time is running out.
For ten years, Daniela showered her ex-husband with unwavering devotion, only to discover she was just his biggest joke. Feeling humiliated yet determined, she finally divorced him. Three months later, Daniela returned in grand style. She was now the hidden CEO of a leading brand, a sought-after designer, and a wealthy mining mogul—her success unveiled at her triumphant comeback. Her ex-husband’s entire family rushed over, desperate to beg for forgiveness and plead for another chance. Yet Daniela, now cherished by the famed Mr. Phillips, regarded them with icy disdain. "I’m out of your league."