A Reverse Harem Werewolf Romance  

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Evaline Greystone was the daughter of an Alpha, yet her life was anything but privileged. After losing her mother at a young age, she suffered under the cruelty of her stepmother and step-siblings while her father ignored her existence. 

Her only solace was Ethan - the Alpha heir of a neighboring pack and the man she loved.  

But fate was never kind to her.  

When Eva turned sixteen, she discovered she had no wolf. Overnight, she became an anomaly, a disgrace. She became the laughingstock of the werewolf world.

But her torment escalated into something darker, something sinister at the hands of none other than her stepbrother. Still, she held onto Ethan, believing his love would be her salvation.  

That illusion shattered on her eighteenth birthday.  

Ethan turned out to be her fated mate, but instead of joy, it brought devastation. The night after they had given themselves to each other, Ethan declared she was too weak to stand by his side. Worse, he rejected her publicly, choosing her stepsister instead.

Humiliated, betrayed, and terrified of what her stepbrother would do next, Eva ran.  

But her escape led her straight into a nightmare.  

The next morning, she awoke to the horrifying news - her entire pack was annihilated. Not a single survivor remained. And the ones responsible? The four Rogue Kings - feared Alphas who ruled the lawless werewolf world. Ruthless and unstoppable, and they had come to finish what they started.  

But Eva wasn't dead. She was on the run. And pregnant.  

She didn’t get far before she was captured. Dragged before the Rogue Kings, she prepared for the end. But at the last moment, they changed their minds. Instead of killing her, they made her a maid - a fallen Alpha’s daughter serving the very Alphas who destroyed her world.  

What neither she nor the Rogue Kings knew was the cruel twist fate had in store.  

They were her mates.  

Despite her suffering, she refused to break, determined to carve a future for herself and her child.  And to do that, she enrolled in the werewolf academy run by the Rogue Kings themselves.

The faint crackle of the blue flame seemed louder the moment I lifted the phone to my ear.


The witches did not hide their displeasure well.


It was subtle - a tightening of shoulders, a narrowing of eyes - but it was there. In their world, conversation was ritual. And interruptions were insult.


I accepted the call as I rose from my chair without breaking the call and walked several paces away, toward the edge of the pavilion where ivy shadows stretched thick across the stone.


"Are you still in the meeting with the witches?"


My gaze lifted slowly to the circle of women around the firepit. Though they did not possess the heightened hearing of wolves, every single one of them was watching me with keen, calculating interest.


They were listening with their eyes and measuring with their instincts.


I took several steps away from the group, and only then did I answer.


Chapter 623 - Meeting The Witches (II)