Once cast aside, now desired by all.

Spring Kaine was the forgotten girl. Betrayed by her family, bullied, framed, and expelled from three elite schools by a fake heiress, Rose, she was exiled to Noxshade Academy, where the supernatural elites, werewolves, vampires, elves, witches, fae and demons ruled, and powerless outcasts like her were mocked.

But when the academy’s golden tyrant, Lucien, humiliates her, something inside her snaps. Spring is no longer just a girl—she's the reincarnation of a betrayed, cunning werewolf princess with a thirst for dominance and this time, she won’t be silent.

With a smirk, she topples Lucien’s pride and stuns the academy by boldly kissing Alpha Storm, the coldest of the four werewolf heirs.

What begins as petty revenge turns into something far greater. When her wolf awakens beneath the Blood Moon, the matebond links her to five powerful Alphas as their mate—cold Storm, wild Jace, gentle Tyrion, and ruthless Kael.

But fate plays its cruellest card when the final mate bond forms with Lucien, the very bully who tried to break her.

Her presence shifts the tides—icy Alphas thaw, rivals yield, and even professors fall into her orbit in a deadly game of desire, destiny, and vengeance.

Now, even her estranged brothers return—repentant for choosing Rose over her, devoted, and become overprotective titans ready to destroy anyone who dares hurt her again.

As secrets of stolen bloodline, false heirs, a vengeful princess, a dangerous concubine, an old nemesis and a forgotten throne all threaten to pull her down, Spring rises. 

The girl they discarded has become everyone’s darling—adored, pampered, feared, and cherished.

Five Possessive Alphas. 
One soul. 
And a girl the world refused to let go.

"You look… comfortable," she said smoothly, her voice all silk hiding steel. "Next time, try to dress more like a Kaine. Especially for family photos. This isn't your high school dorm."


My smile didn't falter, but a chill traced my spine. The way she said Kaine like it was a bloodline I'd borrowed instead of one I was born/adopted and grown into, cut deeper than I'd ever admit out loud.


Still, I didn't bite. I never did anymore. Instead, I turned slightly, catching Eryx's presence beside me. 


He stood close, protective as ever, jaw clenched the way it always did when Mum decided to dish out one of her signature, sugar-coated slaps.


"I didn't know there'd be family pictures in the supposed picnic that we had to dress formal," I replied lightly, brushing my hand down my shawl like it was some kind of armor. "Otherwise, I'd have worn a tiara."


Chapter 149 - Unhealthy