I drained my pure white wolf soul to build my Alpha’s empire, only for him to sever our mate bond, claim my best friend, and leave me to die on a muddy battlefield. But the Moon Goddess granted me a second chance. Reborn on my eighteenth birthday, the day of the Mate Selection Ceremony, I stand before the elite Alphas of North America. Lucius expects me to fall into his arms again so he can leech my power. Instead, I walk past the golden boy and point to the rusted iron cages on execution row. I claim Ryker, a poisoned, battle-scarred rogue chained in the shadows. Everyone thinks I have lost my mind. They assume my new mate is a dying stray who will drag me down to the dirt, leaving me vulnerable and weak. They couldn’t be more wrong. My feral rogue is hiding a world-shattering secret. He is the exiled Alpha King. …… Aurelia POV I drained my pure white wolf to build my Alpha mate’s empire. In return, he severed our bond, claimed my best friend, and left me to be torn apart by his warriors. But the Moon Goddess gave me a second chance. And this time, I am not choosing the golden Alpha. I am claiming the poisoned rogue in the iron cage. — Blood filled my lungs. I dragged my broken body across the soaked mud, reaching for the man I loved. My white wolf had completely vanished. I had drained every drop of my power into our Mate Bond, sacrificing my own life force to secure Lucius’s victory. “Lucius, we won,” I gasped, lifting my trembling, blood-stained hand toward him. Lucius calmly wiped his silver broadsword. He looked down at me, his eyes holding zero warmth. Then, he took a deliberate step back, intentionally avoiding my bloody fingers. He did not offer his hand. A pair of pristine white boots stopped beside him. Chloe. She was my best friend. “Ew, she’s a mess,” Chloe whined, scrunching her nose. She leaned her head against Lucius’s armored shoulder. Lucius wrapped a protective arm around her waist. He looked down at me. His eyes held zero warmth. “What are you doing?” I coughed, spitting a glob of black blood onto the mud. “Chloe? Help me up.” “Help you?” Chloe laughed, a high, grating sound. “Why would I help a dead weight? He doesn’t need you anymore.” “Thanks for the power, Aurelia,” Lucius sneered. He kicked dirt onto my face. “A supreme Alpha needs a real Luna. Not a dried-up husk. You have no wolf power left. You’re useless. Chloe is my true love. She will be my Luna! ” “What?” I widened my eyes and looked at my best friend. “Why? Chloe! We grew up together! You are my best friend!” My vision blurring. “I shared everything with you.” “I was your shadow!” Chloe spat, her face twisting into an ugly snarl. “The charity case Omega. ‘Look at Aurelia, so generous to the poor little Omega’. I hated every second of it!” “Your father even gave me a terrifying rogue captive as a mate. He expected me to share my power with a lowly prisoner! ” “But look at you now, Crystal Moon’s proud princess. You’re more pathetic than that dead rogue. ” I turned to Lucius. “Lucius, I choose you to be my mate! I shared my power with you! How could you betrayed me?” My lips trembled. Tears filled in my eyes. Everyone thought he was a prodigy. A once-in-a-generation talent. They didn’t know the truth. My Mate Bond possessed a rare genetic trait, Power Amplification and Sharing. I offered him the bond willingly. I let him siphon my strength, turning my pure wolf power into his destructive force. He built his entire reputation on my life force. But he was a parasite! Lucius smirked and spat out the cruel words. “I, Alpha Lucius Ramsey from Shadow Moon Pack, hereby, rejects you, Aurelia Delaney from Crystal Moon Pack, as my mate!” The golden thread of the Mate Bond in my chest snapped. A physical tear ripped through my heart. I screamed, arching my back. He severed our mate bond! Lucius turned to the five warriors of his pack behind him. They reeked of stale sweat, cheap liquor, and unwashed bodies. “Have fun with her, boys,” Lucius ordered, tossing them a pouch of gold coins. “She has no wolf left. She won’t last long.” Those warriors shifted into human forms. They grinned, revealing rotting teeth. They unbuckled their belts. “No,” I pleaded, trying to crawl away. My limbs felt like lead. “Lucius, don’t do this!” He walked away. He kissed Chloe passionately. They didn’t look back. Rough hands grabbed my hair. They tore my armor, ripping the leather from my skin. I fought. I bit a man’s wrist. I scratched another’s face. A heavy fist slammed into my jaw. The metallic taste of blood flooded my mouth. My vision swam. A rusted blade pierced my stomach. Pain eradicated all thought. The men laughed, pulling at my clothes. I stared at the red moon hanging above the slaughter. My blood soaked into the earth. I swear on the Moon Goddess, I vowed in my mind, my spirit fracturing. If I get another chance, I will tear their throats out. I will make Lucius beg for death. Darkness swallowed me. A sharp gasp tore from my throat. The scent of roasted pine and expensive floral perfume flooded my nose. My eyes snapped open. I stood upright. No mud. No blood. No freezing rain. I touched my stomach. Smooth silk. No stab wound. I ran my hands over my arms, feeling warm, unbroken skin. Crystal chandeliers blazed above me, casting golden light across a massive marble floor. A live string quartet played a cheerful waltz in the corner. Hundreds of wolves in tailored suits and designer gowns stared at me, waiting. The Crystal Moon Pack’s grand hall. My 18th birthday. The Mate Selection Ceremony. I closed my eyes, pressing a hand to my chest. The suffocating Mate Bond with Lucius did not exist. My pure white wolf soul roared inside me, full, powerful, and pristine. I was alive. I was eighteen again. Alpha Silas, my father, placed a heavy, warm hand on my shoulder. His voice boomed across the silent hall, vibrating with pride. “Aurelia, my sweetheart. Today you become a full member of our pack. Look at these Alphas. The strongest heirs in North America stand before you. Who do you choose for a mate?” I opened my eyes and scanned the crowd. Chloe was standing near the towering dessert table. She bit her lower lip, playing the innocent, supportive best friend. She wore the pale blue dress I bought her last week. Her eyes tracked Lucius with hungry desperation. I saw Lucius standing in the front row. He wore a custom-tailored black suit. His golden hair caught the chandelier light perfectly. He stood tall, projecting the aura of a genius Alpha. He looked confident, exactly like the man who left me to die in the mud. My inner wolf Snow bared her teeth. Kill him, she snarled in my mind, her claws scraping against my ribs. Not yet, I answered my wolf. Death is a mercy. Snow, I will strip them of everything they desire. Let’s watch them rot. I squared my shoulders. The naive, love-struck Aurelia died on that battlefield. The woman standing here was forged in betrayal. I lifted my chin, meeting the expectant gaze of the crowd. “It’s time to choose,” my father urged.
Aurelia POV My father’s question hung in the air. The grand hall buzzed with hushed whispers. Lucius stepped forward, his polished shoes clicking on the marble. His Shadow Moon pack members cheered from the sidelines, raising their glasses. He adjusted his silk tie and walked toward the dais with the swagger of a king claiming his throne. He extended his large hand to me, flashing that arrogant, practiced smile I once thought was charming. “Aurelia,” Lucius purred, his voice dripping with fake affection. “We both know there’s only one choice. Come to your Alpha. Let’s unite our packs and rule together.” The crowd murmured in agreement. It was the expected outcome. The perfect political match. The strongest Alpha and the only white wolf. I looked down at his outstretched hand. I remembered the blood on his armor. I remembered his cold eyes as the warriors tore my clothes. I felt a wave of nausea. I raised my hand and slapped his palm away with all my strength. The sharp smack echoed like a gunshot through the silent hall. Lucius’s smile vanished instantly. His hand dropped to his side. His jaw clenched, a muscle ticking near his ear. The cheering from his pack members died in their throats. “What are you doing, Aurelia?” Lucius hissed through his teeth, trying to maintain his composure. “You’re embarrassing yourself.” “Don’t touch me,” I ordered. My voice carried a freezing command that made several lower-ranking wolves in the front row flinch. “Are you joking?” Lucius leaned closer, his eyes flashing with suppressed anger. “Stop playing games. We grow up together! Take my hand. Everyone is watching.” “You flatter yourself, Lucius,” I mocked, scanning him from head to toe with utter disgust. “I would rather mate with a rotting corpse than tie my soul to yours.” Gasps erupted across the room. My father gripped the armrest of his chair. “Aurelia! What happened? He is the strongest Alpha here!” Chloe stepped out of the crowd, her face pale, playing the sweet peacemaker. “Aurelia, Lucius is the famous genius Alpha. He is rich and strong. He can protect you. Don’t be foolish and ruin your future.” “Keep your advice, Chloe,” I snapped, glaring at her fake innocent face. “If you want him so much, take him. You two deserve each other.” Chloe’s eyes widened in feigned shock, but I caught the greedy spark hidden in her pupils. She took a half-step closer to Lucius. Lucius looked at me, his pride visibly bruised. He sneered, “You’ll regret this. Aurelia. No other Alpha here will dare to accept you as the mate after you insulted me.” “I don’t need your protection, and I don’t want any Alpha,” I said. I turned away from the elite crowd. I walked down the marble steps, heading toward the far wall of the hall. The iron cages lined the shadows. The execution row. My father displayed captured rogues and criminals during major ceremonies to show his absolute power. Tomorrow at dawn, they would be beheaded. The crowd parted for me, whispering in confusion and horror as I approached the filthy cages. I stopped in front of the last one. Inside sat a rogue. Ryker. Thick silver links pierced his collarbones, pinning him to the iron bars. Dirt and dried black blood coated his heavily scarred, muscular torso. He sat in the shadows, radiating a lethal, wild heat that made the surrounding air feel heavy. As I stepped closer, he lifted his head. Matted, jet-black hair stuck to his forehead, framing a razor-sharp jawline and hollowed cheeks. Silver poison made his massive frame tremble. Yet, thick, lethal muscles coiled across his broad chest and abdomen with every heavy breath. Jagged knife wounds carved through the intricate, dark runic tattoos covering his torso. A low, guttural growl vibrated in his chest, rattling the iron bars. He looked like a cornered beast, ready to rip my throat out the second I got within striking distance. He was Chloe’s mate in my past life. Chloe called him a terrifying monster. I remembered he was died of wolfsbane in my past life. It must be Chloe poisoned him to escape a lowly bond. But now I looked at him, my pulse hammered against my ribs. I felt zero fear. The brutal scars and archaic ink wrapping his muscular body looked primal. Intoxicating. Dangerously sexy. The heavy scent of pine, and dark iron flooded my lungs, overriding the sickeningly sweet perfumes in the room. My inner wolf whined, pacing in my mind. Not in fear. She said. “He will be our mate!” “Aurelia, step away from that filth!” my father roared, abandoning his throne and rushing forward. “He’s a rabid rogue! He’ll kill you!” “No, Dad!” I reached through the rusty bars. I grabbed the silver chain binding Ryker’s wrists. His golden eyes snapped to mine. They burned with a feral, terrifying intensity. He yanked the chain, pulling me flush against the iron bars. The metal bit into my collarbone. His face was inches from mine. His breath, hot and smelling of copper, fanned my cheek. “Leave, little princess,” Ryker rasped, his voice rough like grinding stones. “Before I bite your pretty face off. My blood is poison. You come any closer, and I will tear you apart.” I tilted my chin up, refusing to break eye contact. I saw his rage. The silver poisoning burning his veins. “Do it,” I challenged, tracing a finger over his bruised, bloody knuckle. “Bite me.” Ryker’s pupils dilated until his eyes were almost entirely black. His massive chest heaved. He leaned in, his nose brushing my jawline. He inhaled my scent, a possessive rumble vibrating in his throat. He didn’t bite. He didn’t push me away. I turned my head, looking back at the stunned crowd. Lucius stood frozen, his face purple with humiliation and fury. Chloe stared with her mouth open, unable to comprehend my actions. My father looked ready to order his guards to shoot the rogue. I raised my voice, ensuring every single person in the hall heard my final decision. “My mate,” I announced, pointing at the bloodied rogue in the cage. “It’s him. Rogue Ryker!”
Aurelia POV “Have you lost your mind?” Alpha Silas slammed his fist against the marble pillar. A hairline crack spider-webbed across the white stone. “Rogues are trash!” Silas roared, pointing a trembling finger at the cage. “We hand them to Omegas as punishment. You are my heir, Aurelia. Step away from that filthy cage. Stop joking!” I kept my hands wrapped around Ryker’s rusted chains. The jagged metal cut into my palms. Warm blood trickled down my wrists. I felt no pain, zero hesitation, only the thrumming anticipation of my wolf. “I am not joking, Dad,” I said, my voice echoing off the high ceiling. “I possess the only white wolf. I carry Alpha-level strength in my blood. I refuse to let another Alpha control my life. I claim this rogue.” Lucius’s face turned a violent, mottled red. The elite crowd stared at him. Whispers erupted behind crystal champagne flutes. The golden boy of the werewolf elite stood rejected. He needed a lifeline for his shattered pride. He grabbed Chloe’s arm. He yanked her out of the crowd and pinned her against his chest. “Fine! You want to breed with garbage?” Lucius sneered, his lip curling in disgust. “Go ahead. I will take this Omega. Chloe knows how to respect a real Alpha.” Chloe let out a high-pitched gasp. She played the startled, innocent victim perfectly. Her hands slid up his chest, resting flat against his tailored lapels. They settled against each other with practiced ease. A breeze from the open balcony swept past them. Their scents hit my nose. Sour musk of wolves who shared a bed. My stomach churned. The puzzle pieces from my past life clicked together. They had been sleeping together for months right under my roof. They made a fool of me while planning to drain my wolf force. “Oh, Lucius,” Chloe murmured. She projected her voice to ensure the entire hall heard her. She cast a pitying glance my way. “I accept. I will honor our bond. I would never shame you like she did.” Lucius leaned down. He bit the crook of her neck. A faint, anemic silver thread materialized between them. It signified their weak bond. Chloe winced. A flash of pain crossed her features. Lucius was already draining a fraction of her energy to soothe his bruised ego. Let her enjoy her prize. She would learn the true cost soon enough. The iron cage rattled behind me. Ryker yanked his wrists apart. The heavy chains groaned under the pressure. Black veins pulsed along his scarred collarbones, tracing the toxic liquid silver in his bloodstream. His golden eyes burned into mine. Sweat beaded on his forehead. “Back off, crazy girl,” Ryker rasped. His massive chest heaved against the rusty bars. “I am pumped full of liquid silver and wolfsbane. My blood is toxic waste. You link your wolf soul to mine, the poison will travel through the bond. It will rip your heart apart. You will die.” He bared his fangs. I read the tension in his rigid shoulders. He worried the mate bond would pass his agony to me. This terrifying captive, beaten and poisoned, possessed more honor and kindness than the polished Alpha standing in the center of the room. I stepped closer and grabbed his bare shoulders. His skin scorched my palms like an open furnace. I shoved my hands into his matted hair. I dragged his face forward until his forehead hit the iron bars. I crashed my lips against his. Coarse stubble scraped my chin. He tasted like copper, rain, and raw danger. He froze. A guttural groan vibrated up his throat, rumbling directly against my mouth. His massive hands shot through the bars. He gripped my waist. His thumbs dug into the silk of my dress, pressing into my hip bones. He branded my skin with his feverish heat and pulled me flush against the iron, eliminating every inch of space between us. A low growl vibrated in his chest, claiming the bond. I pulled back a fraction of an inch. Our lips still brushed. “I dare the poison to try,” I whispered. I tilted my head. I sank my fangs into the thick muscle of his neck. Ryker roared. A raw, earth-shattering sound tore from his chest. I tasted the bitter ash of the wolfsbane rushing through his veins. My white wolf surged forward to meet it. Pure, blinding light erupted from my core. Thick golden threads burst from my chest. They wrapped around Ryker’s massive torso. Our souls fused in a violent collision of magic. The golden light rushed into his bloodstream. It struck an invisible wall inside Ryker. A heavy seal locking away his true nature. My white wolf slammed into the barrier. The seal trembled under the impact. A single, jagged crack split the surface. Only a tiny fragment of the lock broke away. But a shockwave of suffocating pressure exploded from the cage. The rusted iron bars warped outward, groaning under the force. Marble tiles cracked and spider-webbed beneath my feet. The crystal chandeliers above us swayed, sending glass raining down onto the screaming crowd. The pressure hit the hall like a physical blow. Alphas dropped to their knees. They clutched their chests, fighting to breathe. Betas collapsed onto their stomachs, gasping for air against the floorboards. Gammas and omegas whimpered, covering their ears and curling into balls. The terrifying aura crushed the room. It forced every single head to bow. I stood inside the center of the storm, remained perfectly safe, anchored to Ryker’s chest. The air around us hummed with lethal electricity. Ryker’s golden eyes glowed. The black veins on his neck vanished, replaced by the gold of our unbroken bond. Lucius fell to one knee. He grabbed his throat, struggling to pull oxygen into his lungs. His golden aura flickered under the rogue’s power. His face turned an ashen gray. He stared at the chained man in the cage. “That pressure…” Lucius choked out, his whole body trembling. Blood dripped from his nose, spotting the pristine marble floor. “That is no rogue… What the hell is he?”
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