

Don't move. Your dress isn't on properly." Alpha Leo Stonewell lifted a hand to adjust my ceremonial gown. But the next second, the words that came out of his mouth sent a chill down my spine. "Layla, let Lilith wear this dress instead. Don't show up at our marking ceremony on the night of the full moon. She'll take your place then." I looked up immediately. "Have you lost your mind?" He sighed softly as if to suggest I was being unreasonable. "Lilith is just an Omega in the pack. I can't bear to let her stay with me without a rightful title. Tomorrow, I'll officially mark her during the ceremony." The northern wind sliced across my face. It felt bitterly cold, but it could hardly compare to the freezing ache in my chest. "We're supposed to become mates tomorrow. If you're going to mark her, then what did the past ten years between us even mean?" Leo frowned. Impatience crept into his voice. "Your wolf spirit has been dormant all this time. To the other werewolves in the pack, you're no different from an Omega. Layla, don't worry. Even if I mark her, I'll still take care of you for the rest of your life. Let her have this marking ceremony. Lilith is young and beautiful. She can't handle being wronged." My face slowly drained of color. If this Alpha thought I wasn't as young or beautiful as Lilith Lambert, then I didn't want him as my mate either

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”

On my twentieth birthday, I had to choose a husband from the six angel heirs. Everyone thought I would choose Adrian Seraphiel, the brightest golden-winged heir and the man I had loved for years. In my last life, I did. Because of me, he inherited eighty percent of House Seraphiel’s fortune and became the next ruler of the angel clan. But after our marriage, he got involved with Celeste, my adopted half-siren sister. When my dragon family cast her out of House Drakon, Adrian blamed me. From then on, he hated me. He surrounded himself with women who looked like her, humiliated me again and again, and finally replaced my life-saving medicine with slow poison. I died carrying his child, while the last of my dragon blood burned away. When I opened my eyes again, I was back on my twentieth birthday. This time, I decided to let them have each other. So in front of everyone, I chose Cassian Seraphiel, the sixth son of the angel family. Broken-winged. Mocked by everyone. No one believed he could ever inherit anything. The room burst into laughter. Adrian looked at me coldly and sneered. “Elena, are you choosing that useless cripple just to get my attention?” I ignored him. Because in my last life, after I died, this so-called useless cripple was the only one who collected my body, found the truth, and avenged me by stripping Adrian of his golden wings. But then Adrian stepped closer. His voice dropped to a whisper. “Funny,” he said. “That wasn’t who you chose in your last life.”

Maya Thornton, the Marquis Valen, is reborn six years after her death. Six years ago,moments after giving birth, she was murdered by her husband and his mistress while lying weak and vulnerable. Now, she wakes in the body of Talia York, a delicate and vain daughter of a military household. The original Talia has betrayed her fiancé, Tristan Wren, the Deputy Commander of the Regal Army, and become entangled with a frivolous young man. With her soul now in Talia's body, Maya secretly follows Tristan to the military camp while disguising herself as a man. There, on the very training grounds she once commanded in her past life, she throws herself into grueling training. She is determined to reclaim her martial prowess and returns to the capital to take her revenge and once again protect the realm.

"I died in my last life after a miserable marriage. Reborn the day before the weddings, I immediately swapped fiancés with my sister. I took the ruthless, cold-blooded Vampire Prince Robin Kane — the man my timid sister was originally supposed to marry — while she took the gentle archmage Julian. My family thought I was crazy. They were all wrong. I threw the eternal blood pact at Robin’s feet, publicly claimed him with a fierce kiss at the engagement banquet, and slapped Isabella when she tried to play the victim. Robin, the feared Vampire Prince, didn’t punish me. Instead, he protected me, trusted me, and slowly revealed a possessive, obsessive side that only I got to see. Every night he pinned me down, claiming me with raw hunger, whispering, “You’re mine, my wife. Let me hear you scream my name.” While Isabella schemed with enemies and tried to ruin me, I built my own power — The Night Fortress — turning the despised borderlands into a legendary force. I didn’t just survive this life. I took control of it."

"I died in my last life after a miserable marriage. Reborn the day before the weddings, I immediately swapped fiancés with my sister. I took the ruthless, cold-blooded Vampire Prince Robin Kane — the man my timid sister was originally supposed to marry — while she took the gentle archmage Julian. My family thought I was crazy. They were all wrong. I threw the eternal blood pact at Robin’s feet, publicly claimed him with a fierce kiss at the engagement banquet, and slapped Isabella when she tried to play the victim. Robin, the feared Vampire Prince, didn’t punish me. Instead, he protected me, trusted me, and slowly revealed a possessive, obsessive side that only I got to see. Every night he pinned me down, claiming me with raw hunger, whispering, “You’re mine, my wife. Let me hear you scream my name.” While Isabella schemed with enemies and tried to ruin me, I built my own power — The Night Fortress — turning the despised borderlands into a legendary force. I didn’t just survive this life. I took control of it."

I was just a maid in the house—until they forced me to marry a man in a coma. They said it was just a formality. They said he'd never wake up. But the moment I touched his abs… He opened his eyes. Worse yet, his younger brother tried to claim me while he was "unconscious." But I had no idea—the real monster hadn't even woken up yet. The man I married… is the King of Vampires. And when he wakes up, no one gets out alive.

The world freezes overnight. Ice swallows cities, and the dead begin to walk. In my first life, I survive on 100 tons of coal won at a company raffle, until a jealous coworker has me killed. Now I’m back, on the same raffle day, with every memory intact. This time, I pick a motorhome. I fortify it into a mobile fortress, awaken a mysterious vehicle system, and set out across the frozen apocalypse. Last time, I barely survived. This time, I intend to thrive.