[Warning: Contains Mature Content]
"Beware of the tongue of a wicked woman. For it may tell a lie that would slay the world."

Eighteen-Year-old rejected, wolfless and blind Zina is summoned to the capital to tell a vision for the ruthless and feared Alpha King of the North notoriously known as ‘The King Who Crowned Himself’. 

The result of Zina’s ‘false’ vision has the Alpha Prince and future Alpha Supreme, Daemon, banished from the capital to fight wars at the borders where only death awaits him in the hands of the famed Arising Rogues, and the even more famed Deformed.

But Daemon survives fire, blood and claw, and not only does he survive, but six years later, he is back as Alpha Supreme, driven by vengeance against those who brought him down. Starting from his cunny siblings, to the eighteen-year old girl now twenty-four who spelt his destiny with just mere words, Daemon vows to leave no one unscathed.

However Zina is well aware of her own treachery. Now the Theta to the same powerful werewolf house she told the dangerous lie against, and having tasted the bitter pill of betrayal from the very people she told the dangerous lie for, she is unwilling to resign to her fate just yet.

But how do you melt the heart of a man that you once ruined? And how do you destroy a woman loved by all the common people, and perhaps, even the gods? 

Daemon will learn the hard way that not all vengeance can be taken, and not all debts can be collected.

Secrets abound, the Deformed Werewolves are set to rise, and a rare chance at second mating befalls the two most unusual people. And now, one thing has become for sure—Daemon must first defeat the enemy outside, before he can truly confront her, who has become the enemy of his heart.

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Zina's back pressed against the wall as a taut body pinned her, their warmth mingling together. Four years of deadly anticipation had culminated into that very moment.

His whispers caressed her ear, sending shivers that had nothing to do with the chill in the air down her spine. “Since you see visions so well, tell me Theta of my house, do you see the day you will die?” His breath ghosted over her skin, reminding her of a debt to be collected.

Swallowing and maintaining a tight grip on her staff despite the body that burned against hers, she answered firmly. “I am afraid the gods haven’t shown me yet.”

The man over her smiled shrewdly. His lips grazed her ear, his hot breath sending waves of sensation. “I believe in all of the names I have been called, one of them is god. So let me tell you that which you do not know…

“…today is the day you will die.”

The cave walls blurred past Ameneris Screamers, her feet dragging as her daughter's maidservant and Ada helped her along. Zelkov's steady presence shadowed them as he tethered in the precipice of fully shifting at any time. 


She could feel his loyalty to Zina like a steady flame, and it burned her almost as much as it comforted her. Because this had always been what she longed for. That the daughter she had no choice but to leave behind would have people that cherished and cared for her.


How long had she dreamed of this moment? Her daughter's face before her, grown and powerful, carrying life in her eyes even as she carried death in her hands. Yet the reunion had been nothing like she had once imagined for twenty-six suffocating years that felt like centuries instead. 


There was no laughter. No tears of joy. Only bitterness, and the cold weight of fate pressing like chains around both their throats.


Chapter 420 - A Mother's Plea; Let Her Live