The Lycan Princess's Vengeance: Unmarked and Unbroken
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Rebirth
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For five years, I bled to build Alpha Kaelen’s empire, hiding my identity as the Lycan Crown Princess. But when I hacked the pack’s security feeds, I watched him kiss his healer mistress. He laughed at my battle scars, claiming I had sold my body to rivals to win his wars. I didn’t cry. I smiled, pulled out my phone, and called the Royal Court. It was time to take back everything I gave him. He wanted a 'pure' Luna? He's about to watch his kingdom crumble at my feet.
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Chapter 1
The pale, sterile glow of the security monitors cast long, shifting shadows across Seraphina Sterling’s face. The basement tech center—a room she had personally designed and funded—was silent save for the rhythmic humming of the servers. She reached up, her fingers lightly tracing the ridge of the jagged scar that ran along her collarbone. It ached tonight. It always ached when the weather turned cold, a lingering phantom pain from the night she had nearly died defending the Obsidian Pack’s southern borders. *For him,* she thought, her eyes scanning the scrolling green data on the leftmost screen. *Everything for him.*For five years, Seraphina had been the ghost in the machine of Alpha Kaelen Cross’s empire. When they had first met, Kaelen was nothing but a struggling heir to a failing pack, drowning in debt and surrounded by enemies. Seraphina had stepped into his life as his fated mate, hiding the terrifying weight of her true lineage. She didn't want a mate who bowed to her crown. She wanted a mate who loved her soul. So, the Crown Princess of the Lycan Realm had buried her tiara, rolled up her sleeves, and gone to war for a man who still hadn't bothered to mark her. "Just a few more adjustments to the perimeter wards," Seraphina murmured to herself, her fingers flying across the mechanical keyboard. "If the Blood Moon pack tries to test the southern boundary again, the automated silver-nitrate traps will deploy."She hit the enter key, waiting for the confirmation prompt. Instead, a secondary window on her right monitor flickered. It was the live feed from the Alpha’s private War Room. Seraphina frowned. The War Room was supposed to be empty. Kaelen had texted her an hour ago, claiming he was in a grueling meeting with the pack elders regarding the winter budget. But the feed didn't show the elders. It showed Kaelen. And he wasn't looking at budget reports. Seraphina’s hand froze over the mouse. On the high-definition screen, Alpha Kaelen Cross—her fated mate, the man she had bled for—was pressed against the heavy mahogany strategy table. But he wasn't alone. Pinned between his body and the edge of the table was Elara Vance, the pack’s Head Healer. Seraphina’s breath hitched, a cold, heavy stone dropping into her stomach. She stared at the screen, unable to look away as Kaelen’s hands tangled in Elara’s blonde hair. He pulled her into a bruising, desperate kiss, his body moving against hers with a familiar, sickening hunger. Her finger trembled as she hovered over the audio icon. She clicked it. Instantly, the quiet hum of the server room was shattered by the wet, breathless sounds of their betrayal. "Kaelen," Elara gasped, pulling back slightly, her lips swollen. "Wait. Someone could walk in."
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