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Destiny, Rearranged

Author: Ladybee
last update publish date: 2026-03-13 19:26:26

I take my seat near the back, folding my cuffed hands neatly on the desk, and exhale slowly.

At least Matron Elswyth isn’t here yet. She’s late, and for that I thank the Moon for small mercies. Without her droning voice reminding us that women exist to kneel and spread our legs in the name of tradition, my mind can actually breathe. Enduring her without my wolf would be pure torture.

I’m halfway lost in my thoughts when someone steps into my space.

“Congratulations on your marriage,” a cheerful
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    The former Alpha's expression darkens, his face contorting with rage like a mask cracking to reveal the monster beneath."The last time I checked... a ten-year-old Kei defeated you. He stripped you of everything. So if I'm pathetic..." Keal tilts his head, a faint smile playing on his lips. "What does that make you?"The room explodes with tension, the former Alpha's face twists with fury, his eyes burning with madness."You should never have come here," his voice drops into a deadly whisper. "You'll die slowly. Painfully." He spreads one arm toward Keal's broken body, his gesture dismissive. "Look at yourself. Bleeding. Barely standing. You actually thought you could challenge me?"Keal lets out a tired breath, his shoulders slumping slightly as if a weight has been lifted. "I didn't come here expecting to survive," he says, his eyes losing their hatred for the first time, replaced by a weary resignation. "I'm already dead. My soul died long before today. So don't flatter yourself."

  • The Alpha King is a Woman    The Man Who Broke Us

    The cold silence inside the underground camp stretches between them, thick enough to choke on. The air is heavy with the scent of damp earth, sweat, and blood, a foul cocktail that clings to the back of the throat.Keal slowly lifts his head despite the dried blood covering half his face. One eye is swollen nearly shut, a purple mass of bruised flesh, yet the corner of his mouth still curls into a mocking smile. Every movement sends fresh waves of agony through his battered body, but he refuses to show weakness, his pride the last intact part of him.The man standing before him watches with narrowed eyes, his gaze like chips of ice. Older. Broader. His once-black hair is streaked with silver at the temples, but the cruel confidence in his gaze hasn't faded with age. It has only grown colder, hardened by years of bitterness and resentment."Do not call me Father," the older man says, his voice low enough to make every rogue in the room fall silent. The words carry the weight of authori

  • The Alpha King is a Woman    The Devil's Son Returns

    Keal doesn't look back.The urge claws at him anyway, sharp and desperate. Every instinct screams at him to turn around, to walk back into that tiny house, fall to his knees, and beg Nora not to let him leave. Beg her to tell him there is still some piece of the man she once dreamed of hidden somewhere beneath all the blood on his hands.But he doesn't.If he does... he knows he will never leave. He'll be trapped there, weak and pathetic, exactly what he swore he would never become.His jaw tightens until it aches, the muscles in his face rigid with the effort of holding himself together."I'm sorry," he whispers to the empty forest, the words carried away by the wind.The words are too late.Far too late.---The morning air is cold against his battered skin, each breath sending a sharp pain through his ribs. Every step hurts, his body protesting with every movement. His ribs grind together; the deep wound across his back has soaked through the fresh bandages Nora wrapped around him

  • The Alpha King is a Woman    The Man He Could Have Been

    She laughs, the sound lacking humor. "Oh, Keal," she begins gathering supplies. "There are a lot of things you don't know about me. I'm not the pathetic girl you always thought I was."How could the mate he'd looked down upon, the one he'd embarrassed time and time again, be a powerful witch? If only he had known, together they could have achieved greatness. That explains how his brother got his wolf back when he had taken it with the dangerous herb—Nora must have had a hand in that. "I spent years studying herbs and magic while you spent years underestimating me," she continues, her voice filled with a quiet strength that commands respect.Keal feels genuinely speechless, maybe because he's realizing how little attention he ever paid.Hours pass. Nora works tirelessly, mixing herbs, cleaning wounds, applying poultices, whispering old healing chants. By the time she's finished, sweat clings to her forehead, her shoulders sagging with exhaustion. Keal sits silently on the edge of the

  • The Alpha King is a Woman    What Remains of a Monster

    The front door creaks open, the sound cutting through the silence like a knife. Keal's eyes snap toward the sound, his body tensing despite the exhaustion that weighs him down. For a split second, relief washes through him, so potent it almost brings tears to his eyes. Finally. Nora.He lets his head fall back against the wall, the rough wood scraping against his skin, and forces a crooked grin onto his face despite the blood staining his clothes and pooling beneath him. "Hey, mate," he says weakly, his voice rough with pain. "Miss me?"Nora freezes in the doorway, the basket in her hand slipping slightly before she catches it. Her eyes widen, but not with relief or concern—shock, pure shock, flashes across her face before disappearing almost immediately. Her face hardens, her features transforming into a mask of cold fury."What the fuck are you doing here?" The hostility catches him off guard, his smile faltering as he registers the venom in her voice."What kind of welcome is that?

  • The Alpha King is a Woman    Not Come This Far To Die

    The hidden trail twists through dense forest and jagged rocks, concealed beneath thick vines and overgrown roots that haven't been touched in years.Keal stumbles forward, his body screaming in protest with every agonizing step. Blood drips steadily from the deep wound along his side, staining his torn shirt and splashing onto the dirt beneath his boots. Every breath burns his lungs like fire. Every step feels like walking over broken glass, the pain shooting up his leg with each movement. Yet he keeps moving. Because stopping means dying. And Keal has not come this far to die.His jaw clenches so hard it aches, the muscles in his face rigid with determination and fury."Damn you, Kei," he mutters through gritted teeth, the words coming out hoarse, broken, and filled with a venom that surprises even himself. "Damn you to the deepest pits of hell."His hand presses harder against his wound as he limps deeper into the narrow passage hidden between the cliffs. The blood seeps through his

  • The Alpha King is a Woman    Not the Son They Wanted

    The throne room smells like power and old lies.Stone walls rise high and cold, carved with victories that were never won by women. The air hums with deep male voices—officials, elders, and war strategists—gathered for the morning assembly. My father sits on the obsidian throne at the far end, crow

  • The Alpha King is a Woman    I Am Not My Mother

    The first scream splits the clearing before the whip ever lands, and I don’t flinch. I learned long ago not to.The woman is on her knees in the dirt, wrists bound behind her back, hair torn loose and matted with sweat and dust. Her mate stands behind her, chest puffed out, jaw locked in righteous

  • The Alpha King is a Woman    The Night I Kissed a Monster

    I pull out the omega uniform from under my bed—plain brown cloth, shapeless, loose, ugly, and absolutely perfect for hiding the red dress beneath it. No one looks twice at omegas. Not in a palace that employs hundreds.I braid my hair up, tuck it beneath a dull omega scarf, then close my eyes to co

  • The Alpha King is a Woman    The Princess in the Red Dress

    The Lunar Virtue Conclave is unbearable even before the gossip begins—or the class itself.The hall hums the way it always does: too many voices layered on top of one another, laughter sharpened with envy, silk skirts whispering across polished stone floors.I sit near the back, posture perfect, ex

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