They called me a curse.
A monster with a pretty face.

They whispered that I was dangerous. That I should’ve stayed dead. That wherever I went, death and misfortune followed like shadows.

I’ve been drowned, burned, and broken more times than I can remember. But no matter how often they tried to kill me, I survived.

For fifty long years, I’ve done nothing but try to exist, carrying wounds no one ever cared to see. 

So when they shoved me into a barrel and threw me into the ocean, I didn’t fight because I was too tired to survive.

All I wanted was for death to finally take me.

But just when I was ready to give up, the ocean delivered me to them, The Five Alphas.

A king with eyes of gold and a soul carved from cold stone.
A wild storm of an Alpha, all fury and love tangled into one.
A sorcerer whose voice feels like déjà vu.
A soldier of ice, who watches me like I’m someone he once lost.
And a rogue with a crooked smile who dares me to set the world on fire.

They say I belong to them.

They say I’m their mate.

I thought they would treat me like everyone else, like I was something dirty, something cursed.

But instead, they handed me crowns, armies, and entire kingdoms.

My name is Evelyn Seris, the last Luna no one was supposed to find.

If the world expects me to kneel before my Alphas, they’d better learn to kiss my feet first.

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Disclaimer: This is a reverse harem, which mean the FL doesn't need to choose her ML

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If he and his pack really wanted to hurt me, wouldn't they sound angry or upset? But even the other werewolves, who were calling out my name, sounded worried.


"Was the fire not big enough? Is that why you thought we hated you?!"


What were they talking about? I ran because the fire was too big and too hot!


In the middle of my confusion, my wolf offered a bit of clarity. "The reason they burned the wooden stake might not be for some witch trial," she said gently. "It could just be a tradition."


I let out a tired breath. "What kind of tradition involves setting someone on fire?"


Wouldn't it be better if their traditions didn't look like public executions? Maybe … I don't know … a feast? Flowers? A welcome that doesn't involve flames and torches?


Chapter 32 - All I Wanted Was to Be Wanted