For ten years, Gwen Harlow suppressed her forbidden Witch-Wolf magic to be the perfect Luna for Lucien Blackfang. Her reward? A silver dagger to the heart, twisted by the very man she lived for—all to make room for her treacherous sister, Sienna.

But death was not the end.

Granted a second chance by the Moon Goddess, Gwen wakes up ten years in the past, on the day of her joining ceremony. This time, she won't kneel to the man who killed her. Instead, she walks past a stunned Lucien and chooses Kaelen, the ‘Cursed Alpha’ feared by the entire world.

Lucien thought he was discarding a burden, never realizing that Gwen’s secret magic was the only thing keeping him alive. Now, as Lucien begins to rot without his silent protector, Gwen rises as a sovereign of shadows, ready to burn his empire to the ground.

"Once, I died for you. Now, I live for your ruin."

Lord Corin did not scream from the pain, and he did not plead for mercy. The fragile, terrified old bureaucrat who had been sobbing for his daughters just moments before vanished entirely, swallowed whole by the sudden, brutal manifestation of a higher power. His mouth opened wide, his jaw stretching past its natural biological alignment with a sickening series of wet pops, the joints dislocating entirely until the pale skin at the corners of his lips split and tore apart. No crimson blood spilled from the tears; instead, the open wounds instantly wept a dull, grayish grit.


Chapter 132 - THE LIQUID APOCALYPSE