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.

"Oh my goodness, you should've seen your face," he laughed, nudging Kael and grinning at me. "The blazer talk? Total bluff. Mostly."


Mira rolled her eyes. "Mostly," she confirmed, but I could see the mischief twinkling in her gaze.


I had just started to laugh along with them when Storm cleared his throat. The energy in the room shifted like someone had pulled a thread too tight.


"Now," he said in a dangerously calm voice. "Let us begin the induction properly."


The table straightened. Even Jace's grin faded, and everyone sat taller.


Storm's tone meant business—and it was strangely… hot, reminding me of last night and our kiss by the lake.


The induction wrapped up after a formal rundown of my duties, some surprisingly heartfelt words from Mira, and a "Welcome to the chaos" salute from Tyrion that made me laugh until I choked on my drink. 


Chapter 111 - Refusing His Thanks