She wasn't supposed to be at the royal ball.She wasn't supposed to meet the Werewolf KingAnd she wasn't supposed to spend a night with him, pretending to be someone who she was not.His mate, Enerald.But she did, and now she had to face the consequences.In a Kingdom where playing with knives was forbidden, she dared to play with the Kings heart.And now he is not going to stop... till he has destroyed her and made her pay for her betrayal.The greatest of thieves of all times, the Phoenix, was impossible to track, let alone be seen by anyone but this time she stole something that was going to cost her life.She stole the Kings heartAnd there is only one punishment for betraying the Apha King, Death.“ I will avenge each and every second of your life, you pretended to be my mate...you filthy rogue""Every second of it, till you will beg me for your death."-Zachary..."I will survive each and every act of torture you bestow upon me my Alpha King."" Each and every one of it, till your heart gets tired of hating me to finally forgive me."-Eirene

"You can't reject me!" She says, trying to control her tears. His eyes indifferent ,as he took in her shivering state. Moving closer,he traps her body between the wall and his frame. Saying his next words in a voice laced with hate. "I can my dear mate,you should have thought about it when you betrayed" ............................................................. She was a havoc created my nature. Found wrapped in blankets at the edge of a river. With a very weak wolf to guide her in life and no parents at her side. She was an orphan that merely survived. Hoping for a miracle to save her. Some mistook her to be human,others called her a disgrace in the name of a wolf. Either way she was what they all called, The girl that betrayed Not just her mate,but also their entire kind later. By lifting the curse from the one buried in pages of time. She was Thora,the one who reincarnated the saga of the death wolf. Bringing to life the wolf with untamable power to havoc blunders and not to forget. Death. ..............................................

"Do I still look ugly to you, Princess Amira?" he asks, looking down at the woman lying at his feet. Her pale skin is covered in cuts, bruises, and blood, her face is covered in dirt and mud, and her clothes are torn. A sob escapes her lips at the words she once told him, and she shakes her head in denial, breaking down completely. "Please... please help me, Aslan... I am sorry... I will do anything you say... please... just please... save them... I beg." Her tears fall on the lustrous marble tiles as the man steps closer, his powerful aura causing her to shiver. Suddenly, he grabs her chin roughly, jerking her face up to meet his gaze, the man she has dreaded facing her entire life. His black eyes seem to consume her soul as he seethes, looking into her teary jade green eyes with indifference. "I fuc*ing asked you something, do I still look ugly to you?" Her heart thuds as she scans the face she hasn't seen in the last 7 years, and her answer escapes her lips before she can stop herself. "Y... you are beautiful." Her eyes widen as his sneer turns into a smug smirk. He releases her chin, stepping back to take out a handkerchief from his pocket and cleaning his hands with it, as if he touched filth. He turns his back on her, ordering in his usual cold, emotionless voice, "Show this filth out of my palace. She has already ruined my Italian tiles with her blood and tears." Within seconds, the guards start dragging her out, and she feels embarrassed like never before. Her ego takes a harsh blow along with her pride, but she pushes it aside, breaking through the guards and running towards him. "Aslan, please—" She crashes into him, grabbing his collar with trembling fingers, attempting one last plea. "We will all die. I beg you, Aslan! Please! Trust me, I am so sorry for what I did to you! I will do anything—" Her words are cut off by his deadly grip on her wrist, and she holds back a scream as she feels her wrist seconds away from dislocating. Refusing to break their eye contact, she shudders at the intense hatred burning in his eyes. "I have no interest in dirtying my hands again and again, Princess Amira, so listen carefully. One..." He tugs on her wrist, causing her to hit his chest. She gasps as their lips are just an inch away. "I am no longer the sweet, loving, and caring boy who would go to heaven to bring stars for your one fucI g smile," he whispered in her ear, causing her to go still. "I am a demon who would love to rip apart your beautiful body and tainted soul into so many fucing pieces that you can spend the next 7 lives collecting it." "And second..." Her wrist was on the verge of breaking when he pushed her back, causing her to fall. Her knee scraped, and she winced, but he stood unbothered, looking down at her as if she were filth. "Never dare to take my name again. It's King Aslan for you." And just like that, without another word, he turned around to leave, leaving her sobbing uncontrollably as she repented for the sins she had committed years ago against this man. The guards dragged her out, but she couldn't take her eyes off his broad back. He was right. He had every right to do this. His hatred was justified. After all, the man walking away from her was once the boy who could tear this world apart for her. But now? He could tear her apart without an ounce of remorse. He was her daydream back then, but now, he was her worst nightmare. He was her solace in the past and now her tormentor. He was the sun in her world, which she eclipsed with her own hands. The mate she destroyed, yet who lived. He was the King of this world. He was Aslan Grayson. The mate she rejected.

"Lower your eyes mate" He said with a hint of warning in his tone. She didn't flinch under his cold fingers coiled around her neck, instead with a smirk on her bruised lips,she looks back at him. Daring to defy him. "Submit!" He growled at her this time, frustrated with her ability to infuriate him to the extent of forcing him to hurt her. "Many have tried mate" The word mate leaving her lips sounded more of a mockery, making his grip on her neck to tighten slightly. "I am not others Vera. I am your mate. Your superior. Submit this instant!" She again smiled, managing to roll her eyes at him. "You can try . But remember,you will never succeed in it." He could end her with just a little more pressure on her neck, having the fate as many others who have dared to defy him,but something in those eyes was stopping him. He wanted to extinguish that fire in them, to see them rolling over as he thrusted inside her, to see them begining him to continue as he denied her. He wanted her to submit.Badly. Completely to him in all respects. Body and soul both. To let him be her protector,her punisher, her dominant,her lover her mate. Her everything. But little did he knew that his mate was not an ordinary Luna who happily submits to her mate's whims and needs. She was who they all popularly call as "The rebel" The mysterious protector of good and savior of women. The man who gives justice to the inequality created by men. If only they knew he was a women instead. .................................................... "The day I submit to a man will be the last day of my life mate. Vera Red was born as a rebel, will live as a rebel and will also die as a Rebel. With or without a cause"