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In this gripping isekai romance, Elena finds herself reborn as the villainess of her favorite novel, destined to be executed by the cold-hearted Duke Alistair. But she’s determined to change her fate—using her knowledge of the plot to avoid deadly traps and win over the mysterious duke. As she navigates political intrigue and magical threats, Elena discovers that Alistair’s darkness hides a tragic past. Can she break the curse and tame the duke’s obsession before the story’s tragic end? Perfect for fans of strong female leads, redemption arcs, and enemies-to-lovers tropes. Dive into a world of magic, romance, and suspense!
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After the Great War between humans and the Shifter races, an accord was struck, decreeing that the world would be ruled by a hybrid of the two races.
The most powerful human family, a corporate dynasty, was granted the right to the first union with a Shifter leader.
Whoever bore the first hybrid child would become the next ruler of the Alliance.
In my past life, I married the werewolf Alpha, Jacob, and quickly bore him a wolf-human hybrid.
When our son became the ruler of the Alliance, the werewolf clan’s power and influence soared.
But my sister, Isabella, had always favored the beautiful elves.
Her husband’s philandering left her barren and riddled with disease after several miscarriages.
She envied everything I had. In her rage, she orchestrated the car crash that killed my son and me.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the Alliance’s choosing ceremony.
Isabella had already mated with Jacob, brazenly showing off the mark on her neck.
I knew. She was back, too.
What she didn’t know was that Jacob was a madman, obsessed with his bloodline above all else.
Without a second thought, I let her have him.
I walked toward the one they all feared—the notoriously brutal and bloodthirsty Dragon Lord, the Dragon King, Damien Wyatt.
Chapter 1
In the previous life,my sister, Isabella, was jealous that I had given birth to the heir of the Human-Shifter Alliance. She crawled into my mate Alpha Jacob’s bed, then engineered a crash that killed both me and my child.
When I opened my eyes again, I was back on the day of the choosing ceremony.
“Clara, stop playing the victim,” my sister Isabella’s voice cut through the ballroom, dripping with the smug satisfaction of a cat that had cornered a mouse.
“Some things were never meant to be yours.”
She stood before me, her cheeks still flushed from her tryst with Jacob.
Her dress was wrinkled, but she didn’t seem to care.
Jacob’s scent clung to her, a nauseating mix of possession and conquest.
I let out a soft laugh as the memories flooded back.
In my past life, this was how Isabella had manipulated my father, spinning tales of “priceless true love” and how “Clara shouldn’t stand in the way of her sister’s happiness.”
Seeing that I was ignoring Isabella, my father pulled me aside, his face grim.
“Your sister’s right. Jacob clearly prefers her. Why humiliate yourself?”
Humiliate yourself.
Such familiar words.
All because I was his bastard, while Isabella was the legitimate daughter of his wife.
He was the same in my last life. He never cared what I wanted, only which choice would benefit the family most.
“Then who would you have me choose?” I asked.
“The Elven Prince is a good match.” A calculating glint flashed in my father’s eyes. “Artistic, elegant… a perfect fit for you.”
I glanced across the ballroom.
Prince Freddy of the Elves was chatting with a few noblewomen, his manners indeed refined.
He was the husband Isabella had first chosen in our past life.
As the leaders of the top human conglomerate, our family had the privilege of the first union with a Shifter leader.
In my past life, I married the werewolf Alpha Jacob a. Less than six months after we mated, I gave birth to our hybrid son, Adrian. As the first hybrid born after the Great War, Adrian naturally became the next ruler of the Alliance.
Meanwhile, Isabella, who loved the beauty of the elves, was left diseased by Freddy’s constant philandering. In the end, after multiple miscarriages, Isabella was left barren, and the Elves sent her back to our family in disgrace.
She blamed me for all of her misfortune. Not only did she seduce Jacob and have an affair with him, but she also tampered with my sports car.
The brakes failed. The steering wheel locked.
As I died in the fire, the last thing I heard was her and Jacob’s ecstatic celebration over the phone.
A sharp pain lanced through my heart at the memory.
“I’ve made my decision.” I set down my wine glass, my voice carrying clearly across the ballroom. “I voluntarily relinquish my engagement to Jacob, ceding it to Isabella.”
All conversation stopped.
Hundreds of eyes stared at me as if I’d just said something impossible.
Jacob emerged from a side room, a look of smug satisfaction on his face from his recent tryst with Isabella. But when he heard my words, his expression grew complicated.
“Clara, you—”
“Skip the performance,” I cut him off. “I wish you two… all the best.”
Isabella was about to shriek with excitement but forced herself to maintain a thin veil of composure, a triumphant smirk playing on her lips.
“Then what about you?” my father asked, his voice tense. “Who will you choose?”
I didn’t answer.
My gaze swept across the room, finally landing on the darkest corner of the ballroom.
Damien Wyatt sat there, alone.
Almost no one dared to approach him. The rumors of the “Doomsday Tyrant” made everyone keep their distance. He was brutal, bloodthirsty, and promiscuous. Some even said he devoured his partners when he grew bored.
But I remembered something else.
In the final moments of the crash, a pair of massive dragon wings had tried to shield me from the fiery explosion.
He had tried to save me. In those golden, slitted pupils, I saw a madness that mirrored my own—the feeling of being isolated and misunderstood by the world.
Even if he hadn’t succeeded.
I walked straight toward him.
The temperature in the ballroom seemed to drop several degrees.
Damien looked up, his golden, slitted eyes locking onto mine.
They were so beautiful, yet so dangerous. It was like staring into the abyss.
“Are you sure?” His voice was a low rumble, like distant thunder. “To choose me is to choose darkness.”
I stopped in front of him, meeting his gaze.
“I choose you, Damien.”
A collective gasp echoed behind me.
Isabella laughed, a shrill, mocking sound. “Clara, you really have lost your mind! Trading the future king of the Alliance for a forgotten monster? I guess you truly belong in the shadows, rotting away with the other failures!”
Damien rose to his feet, his tall frame casting a long shadow.
He extended his hand. His fingers were long and elegant, but his nails were as sharp as blades.
“This is your final chance,” he said. “Back out now, and I won’t hold it against you.”
I didn’t hesitate. I placed my hand in his.
Even if everyone thought he was a cruel, wicked monster, and believed the dragons were a dying race.
He was the only one who tried to save me from that explosion. I trusted him.
Chapter 2
Though my father was shocked by my choice, it was a public declaration he couldn’t reverse.
And Isabella, who feigned concern for me, couldn’t wait to flaunt her victory. It only took two days.
“Clara, does this ring look fit for a future Queen?”
Isabella’s voice grated through my phone’s speaker like nails on a chalkboard. She held up her left hand, a diamond the size of a pigeon’s egg flashing for the camera. The comment section on her social media was already flooded with praise and envy.
“Jacob spoils me so much,” Isabella said, her voice dripping with smugness. “He says the most powerful Alpha deserves the most dazzling mate. Unlike some others, who chose a monster that has to hide in the shadows. And I will be the one to bear the heir to the Alliance, continuing that glory.”
She made a throat-slitting gesture at the camera.
“You’d better be careful. After all, when a monster gets hungry, it’ll eat anything.”
I switched off the phone, my face impassive.
The old me would have been tormented by such taunts, would have doubted my choice.
But now, I just wanted to laugh.
Jacob spoils her?
I remembered scenes from my past life.
“You useless thing! You can’t even carry a child!”
Jacob’s fist crashed into my face, blood trickling from my lip. We had been mated for three months, and I still wasn’t pregnant.
“What good are you to me?”
He grabbed my hair and slammed my head against the wall.
“The Wolf Clan needs an heir, and you’ve given me nothing!”
That cold, violent reality was something Isabella would soon experience for herself.
The doorbell rang.
I went to the door. The butler had already signed for a small box.
Not jewelry, not flowers, and certainly not a tacky diamond like the one Isabella was showing off.
Inside the box lay a key.
It was forged from a black metal, its design simple yet futuristic, etched with ancient draconic runes.
A card inside gave an address: The Sky Tower Penthouse, the very pinnacle of the city.
I closed my hand around the key, feeling a strange warmth emanate from it.
Half an hour later, I stood before the entrance of the legendary residence.
The entire top floor, with 360-degree floor-to-ceiling windows, overlooked the whole city.
The security system’s scanner recognized my biometrics, and the heavy metal door slid open without a sound.
“Welcome home, Ms. Clara.”
The home AI’s voice was warm and respectful.
There were no lavish decorations, but every piece of furniture was priceless. The most stunning feature was the projection in the center of the living room, displaying real-time financial data from around the globe.
It was then I realized the scale of Damien’s wealth was far beyond my imagination.
“Do you like it?”
His voice came from behind me.
I turned. He was standing on the balcony, his golden, slitted eyes watching the sunset.
“It feels very safe,” I said.
It was the truth. The security here was on par with a top-tier military base. Anyone who wanted to harm me could never get close.
“Good,” he said simply. “I don’t want to see you get hurt.”
Before I could reply, the doorbell rang again.
The security monitor showed Isabella and Jacob. She was clinging to his arm, her face a mask of triumph and pride.
“We’re here to visit Clara,” Jacob said to the camera, though his eyes were scanning the residence.
I glanced at Damien. He nodded.
The door opened again.
Isabella stormed in on her high heels, her eyes greedily taking in everything.
“Wow, Clara, this place is huge,” she said, her tone laced with sarcasm. “But it feels so cold. Like a beautiful tomb, devoid of any life.”
Jacob followed her, his gaze more direct. He was calculating the value of the property.
“Mr. Wyatt,” Jacob said, nodding toward the man in the corner. “I’ve heard a lot about you.”
Damien didn’t respond. He didn’t even look at him.
Isabella, ignored, scowled. “Mr. Wyatt, are you so out of touch that you don’t show basic courtesy to the future leader of the Alliance ? Or has the Dragon Clan fallen so far that you’ve forgotten all decorum?”
she snapped.
Damien finally turned.
His golden, slitted eyes fixed on her, and the temperature in the room dropped instantly.
“No one touches my things.” His voice was quiet, but then he added, his gaze flicking to Jacob, “The Silver Moon Clan’s recent mining investments in South America seem to have run into… a few snags. Perhaps you need me to ‘clean them up’ for you?”
Isabella instinctively took a step back, hiding behind Jacob.
Jacob’s face paled. He had clearly felt the threat from a true apex predator.
“We just came to see Clara,” Jacob said, forcing a smile. “After all, she’s Isabella’s sister.”
I looked at them, suddenly recalling a detail from my past life. The obsessive, fanatical gleam in Jacob’s eyes whenever he spoke of an heir. His “love” for me had always been built on my ability to bear him a child.
Now, that obsession had been transferred to Isabella.
“So, you want a child?” I asked abruptly.
Isabella blushed but quickly recovered her smug expression. “Of course. It’s my duty, and my honor. I’ll have one for Jacob very soon.”
Her hand rested on her still-flat stomach.
“The wolf bloodline must continue,” Jacob added, that familiar fanaticism in his eyes. “A powerful Alpha needs a powerful heir.”
I almost laughed out loud.
Isabella was so foolish. She thought Jacob loved her, but he only loved what she could give him.
“Well then, I wish you the best of luck.” I stood up and took Damien’s arm. “It’s getting late. We’re going to rest.”
Isabella wanted to say more, but Jacob was already pulling her toward the door.
“We won’t disturb you then,” Jacob said. “We should have dinner sometime.”
I saw them to the door, watching as the elevator’s glass doors slid shut, hiding them from view.
Isabella’s voice drifted back faintly, “Jacob, I promise I’ll have our baby soon. I’m so much better than Clara. I’ll give you the perfect heir!”
I couldn’t hear Jacob’s reply, but his expression was one of satisfaction.
I watched the elevator doors close, the pain of my past life replaying in my mind.
My foolish sister. Reborn, and still obsessed with nothing more than rely on men and bearing his heir.
Chapter 3
The elevator doors slid shut, hiding Isabella’s jealousy-twisted face from view.
The living room fell into a dead silence.
My taut nerves finally unwound. I turned to look at the figure on the balcony.
“Thank you,” I said. “For before.”
Damien didn’t turn around. His voice was flat. “Thank me? For taking out your trash?”
“And for… not letting them touch anything in here,” I said softly.
He finally turned and walked toward me, each step carrying an invisible weight that pressed down on me.
As he cast his shadow over me, I could barely breathe.
He stopped right in front of me, so close I could smell the unique scent on his skin.
“Clara,” he began, his golden, slitted pupils like two embers in the dim light. “I know what you’re doing.”
My heart leaped into my throat.
He reached out and expertly tilted my chin up, forcing me to meet those all-seeing eyes.
“You weren’t choosing a husband,” he said, his voice a low rumble. “You were choosing a knife. A blade to cut down all your enemies. Am I wrong?”
He saw right through me.
He was right. All my calm was a fa?ade. I needed him, the sharpest blade of all.
I didn’t deny it.
Suddenly, he smiled, a low, pleased sound.
“Good. I like your honesty.”
His thumb brushed lightly across my lips, the rough pad of his thumb sending a jolt of heat through me.
“But have you considered,” he whispered, “that a blade can cut the one who wields it?”
The air was stolen from my lungs.
He released my chin, but his hand slid down my neck, settling on the small of my back before yanking me hard against him.
I slammed into his scorching, solid chest, my senses filled with his overpowering, dominant scent.
“Want to see how sharp your ‘weapon’ is?”
He turned and walked to the smooth black wall in the center of the living room. With a light touch of his palm, the wall silently lit up, transforming into a massive touchscreen.
On the screen, the stock chart for Jacob’s “Silver Moon Clan” was displayed in stark detail.
Damien’s fingers danced across it, and a few red analysis lines appeared, precisely targeting the conglomerate’s most vulnerable assets.
“With a single command, by morning, Jacob would be destitute.”
I stared at the screen, at the power capable of toppling a top-tier dynasty, and finally understood the weight of the title “Doomsday Tyrant.”
He switched off the screen and walked back toward me, backing me up against the floor-to-ceiling glass of the balcony. My back was pressed against the cold pane, the city skyline plunging thousands of feet below me, his scorching body pinning me from the front.
Nowhere to run.
“Now, I’ll ask you one last time.”
He leaned in, his hot breath fanning across my neck, sending a shiver down my spine. “Choose me, and there’s no turning back. Are you sure?”
“I’m sure,” I said, my voice trembling with a thrill I couldn’t explain.
“Then see clearly what it is you’ve chosen.”
The moment the words left his lips, a brilliant gold light exploded from his eyes.
I heard the terrifying sound of bones cracking and rearranging.
His suit disintegrated into dust amidst a black glow. Obsidian scales pierced his skin, rapidly covering his entire body. A pair of enormous dragon wings unfurled with a force that pinned me against the glass.
Seconds later, the handsome man was gone.
In his place, coiled on the balcony, was a true, mythical black dragon.
I should have screamed. I should have been terrified. I should have run.
But I didn’t.
I stared at those massive wings. The very ones that had tried to shield me from the fiery explosion in my past life.
He was showing me his most primal, most dangerous form.
Trembling, I slowly reached out and touched a cold, hard scale on his cheek. It felt smooth, yet held the power to destroy everything.
“…Beautiful,” I whispered, surprised by the reverence in my own voice.
The dragon’s massive form went still.
He shifted back into a man and cradled my face between his palms.
“If you want to wield this blade,” he growled, his hot breath a caress against my ear, his voice a guttural rasp, “you’d better be prepared to be cut by it. Or perhaps, to be completely and utterly impaled by it.”
His words were a spell, igniting the madness I had suppressed for two lifetimes.
I didn’t push him away. Instead, my trembling hands fisted in the front of his shirt.
“Then show me,” I challenged, tilting my head back to meet his burning gaze, my voice filled with a defiance I didn’t know I possessed. “Show me just how sharp your blade is.”
A dangerous, predatory grin spread across his face. The look of an apex hunter who was done playing with his food.
“As you wish.”
In one swift motion, he swept me into his arms and strode into the bedroom. He tossed me onto the massive bed.
The cool silk sheets were a stark contrast to the searing heat rolling off his body.
He gave me no time to breathe, his large frame covering mine, trapping me in his shadow.
His hands were merciless, tearing my dress from my body. The sound of ripping fabric echoed in the silent room.
“Clara…” he snarled against my lips, his golden eyes swirling with molten lust. “You chose the darkness. Now, be consumed by it.”
“I’m ready,” I gasped, my legs wrapping around his lean waist of their own accord.
When it was over, I lay limp in his arms, feeling boneless and thoroughly claimed.
He held me close, his fingers tracing a new, intricate golden sigil that now shimmered on the side of my neck.
“Now,” he murmured, his voice hoarse with satisfaction, “this mark binds you to me. Your body, your soul… they belong to me.”
An eternal pact was forged between us, one far deeper than the simple mate bond of my past life.
As the mate of the Dragon Lord, I didn’t have to socialize with the other clans like I did in my past life.
It wasn’t until three months later, at a family gathering, that I first stepped out of Damien’s penthouse.
“Everyone, I have a wonderful announcement to make!”
Isabella stood in the center of the room, her face beaming with triumph. Her stomach showed a distinct, rounded curve.
“I’m pregnant! I will give birth to the true future ruler, while some people are only fit to be trampled under my feet!”
Thunderous applause erupted.
My father’s eyes reddened with emotion. “My good girl!”
Jacob looked thrilled, wrapping an arm around Isabella’s waist and planting a kiss on her forehead. The Silver Moon Clan’s stock had been soaring for three days straight.
Everyone was celebrating the coming of the new wolf heir.
“Clara, when are you going to give us a surprise?” one of the family members asked with a smile.
I smiled back but didn’t answer. My eyes were fixed on Isabella’s stomach, a deep sense of confusion growing inside me.
Three months along, but she was growing too fast. Hybrid pregnancies usually took longer, with slower fetal development.
Something was wrong.
A month later, the news came.
Isabella had gone into labor prematurely.
But strangely, the Wolf Clan put the hospital on lockdown. No celebration, no announcement. Jacob didn’t even post a picture of the baby on social media.
I decided to see for myself.
When I pushed open the door to my family’s living room, I saw a shocking scene.
Isabella was crumpled on the floor, holding a baby with bizarrely colored fur and sobbing uncontrollably.
Chapter 4
“You whore! You betrayed me!”
Jacob’s roar shook the entire living room.
He stood over Isabella, his silver eyes burning with rage. The wine glass in his hand shattered, and blood dripped from his fingers, but he didn’t seem to feel the pain.
Isabella cowered in the corner of the sofa, the infant in her arms letting out a weak cry.
The baby’s fur was indeed strange. Not the pure, silver-white of Jacob’s clan, but a mottled gray-brown, with streaks of black.
“Jacob, I swear I didn’t—”
“Shut up!” Jacob slapped her across the face. “The pure Silver Wolf bloodline has endured for a thousand years! We have never produced a mutt like this!”
He reached for the baby. “I’ll deal with this disgrace myself!”
“Stop.”
Damien’s voice cut through the air like a blade of ice.
He emerged from the shadows, his golden, slitted eyes locking onto Jacob. The pressure from a true apex predator froze Jacob in place.
“The child is innocent,” Damien said calmly.
“Innocent?” Jacob laughed, a crazed sound. “The existence of this mutt is an insult to my bloodline!”
“Then prove he’s a mutt,” Damien said, walking to the center of the room. “The Lunar Council has a bloodline tracing ritual. If you’re so sure your wife was unfaithful, prove it with magic.”
Jacob froze.
The bloodline tracing was the most ancient and accurate test. The power of the magic would reveal every source of the child’s bloodline. No one could cheat it.
“I—”
“What, are you scared?” I stepped forward, my voice dripping with scorn. “Or do you already know the truth?”
Jacob’s face changed. “What do you mean?”
“I mean,” I said, looking at Isabella’s pale face, “perhaps the problem isn’t her infidelity, but what you two did to have a child in the first place.”
Isabella flinched, almost dropping the baby.
“Clara, what nonsense are you talking about!” my father demanded, frowning.
“Then do the ritual,” I said with a shrug. “The truth will speak for itself.”
An hour later, the elders of the Lunar Council arrived.
Five figures in white robes formed a circle around an ancient silver mirror. Moonlight streamed through a skylight, converging into a brilliant beam on the mirror’s surface.
“Place the child before the mirror,” the lead elder commanded.
Isabella hesitated, but with everyone watching, she had no choice but to obey.
The elders began to chant in an ancient tongue, and the surface of the mirror rippled.
Suddenly, a thick beam of silver light shot from the mirror and connected to Jacob.
“Paternal bloodline confirmed,” the elder announced.
Isabella let out a breath of relief, shooting me a triumphant, ‘I told you so’ glare.
But her expression quickly froze.
Four more rays of light shot from the mirror, connecting to four other male werewolves in the crowd!
The room fell silent.
The four men were all low-ranking, common members of the clan. They were now trembling on their knees on the floor.
“This—this is impossible!” Isabella shrieked.
Jacob stood there, dumbfounded, before erupting in a new, more furious rage.
“You slut! You were with four low-ranking wolves—”
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