heavens burn red

Abandoned and hunted by her own pack under the order of her cruel mate, Victor, the Omega Fina makes a desperate leap from a cliff. She's miraculously saved by Roric, a mysterious biker who is far more than he seems. At a sacred hot spring, a fated bond marks them as destined mates, revealing Roric's true identity: the Alpha King. When a regretful Victor recaptures Fina, intending to brand her a slave, Roric descends with kingly fury. He declares her his Luna, sparking a war between the Alpha who rejected her and the King who would burn the world for her.

On the night she was abandoned, Lillian Lowell set fire to her grandmother's yard with her own hands. Amid the roaring flames, she met Shane Lloyd, the bloodied heir to the Lloyd family. He took her in, playing a careful game, intending to use this "thorny rose" to disrupt the balance between their two powerful families. But with each of her fierce counterattacks, he found himself falling deeper. From then on—he sparks the fire, she fans the flames; he sets the trap, she breaks the game. A woman of fierce clarity and a man of meticulous schemes join forces to crush their enemies, finding redemption in each other's chaos. Between calculation and sincerity, they burn a path through the ashes to a new future.

Vivian Harrington gave everything—her trust, her mother's shares, even her heart—to her charming boyfriend Nathan Ellis. But the moment she signed those papers, Nathan, his father Gideon, her scheming stepmother Monica, and her jealous stepsister Serena betrayed her... and sent her to her death. When she opened her eyes again, she was back—reborn, right before the betrayal. This time, she knows who her enemies are. And she knows who truly loved her. Adrian Chandler—the dangerous underworld king who once avenged her and died for her. He may not believe her love now, but Vivian swears she'll make him hers, even if she has to burn the whole world to do it.

Zoey had died, betrayed, stabbed in the back by her husband, Martin Chandler, and his mistress, Vivian Logan.But fate had granted her a second chance. This time, she was ready to burn it all down.Using Martin's greed against him, Zoey crafted a brilliant trap. Hooked by promises of wealth through a mysterious system, Martin thought he had won. At his extravagant engagement party with Vivian, he basked in glory.But he didn't know that Zoey had already given away all her properties.In front of a stunned crowd, she announced the truth: Martin would receive nothing, except a mountain of debt. He laughed. He denied it. Then he checked the numbers.And that was when he broke.This time, she wasn't the victim—she was the storm.

I was born broken. My Alpha mother was the one who branded me. She said emotion was a sin. A weakness. Especially for a werewolf. Especially for an Alpha’s heir. The day we were born, she clamped emotion-suppressing collars around our necks. Mine and my twin sister's. The slightest flicker of emotion, and the collar flashed red. My mother would then push the button, injecting me with a diluted "silver solution" to suppress my feelings. But my sister Cassia's collar? Always a calm, steady blue. Even when she shattered Mom's precious moonstone, it just pulsed gently. And me? I’d just whisper, "Mom, the thunder scares me," and my collar would erupt in a violent red. Then came the sting of silver poison burning through my blood.. I used to argue. But Mom always said the same thing. "The data doesn't lie. Pain is a teacher. This is for your own good." After thousands of these injections, I started to believe it, too. That I was born out of control. The night of the alliance's Moon Goddess Festival, Mom was taking my sister to the rooftop party. Something scared me during the day. The collar flashed red, and my mother started the punishment. But this time, the collar malfunctioned. It shot a dose a thousand times stronger into my neck. I collapsed on the carpet, begging, "Mother, the collar... it hurts so much... help me." My collar was flashing a frantic red. My mother just looked down at me, drenched in a cold sweat, and pressed the button for the maximum dose. "You'd lose control like this just for attention? You're a lost cause." She turned, took my sister, and slammed the door. I couldn't help but think, Mom must be right. The collar is red. It doesn't really hurt. I'm just being dramatic, looking for pity again. I'm sorry, Mom. In my next life, I'll be the perfect daughter you always wanted.