[Warning: Contains Mature Content]
"Beware of the tongue of a wicked woman. For it may tell a lie that would slay the world."

Eighteen-Year-old rejected, wolfless and blind Zina is summoned to the capital to tell a vision for the ruthless and feared Alpha King of the North notoriously known as ‘The King Who Crowned Himself’. 

The result of Zina’s ‘false’ vision has the Alpha Prince and future Alpha Supreme, Daemon, banished from the capital to fight wars at the borders where only death awaits him in the hands of the famed Arising Rogues, and the even more famed Deformed.

But Daemon survives fire, blood and claw, and not only does he survive, but six years later, he is back as Alpha Supreme, driven by vengeance against those who brought him down. Starting from his cunny siblings, to the eighteen-year old girl now twenty-four who spelt his destiny with just mere words, Daemon vows to leave no one unscathed.

However Zina is well aware of her own treachery. Now the Theta to the same powerful werewolf house she told the dangerous lie against, and having tasted the bitter pill of betrayal from the very people she told the dangerous lie for, she is unwilling to resign to her fate just yet.

But how do you melt the heart of a man that you once ruined? And how do you destroy a woman loved by all the common people, and perhaps, even the gods? 

Daemon will learn the hard way that not all vengeance can be taken, and not all debts can be collected.

Secrets abound, the Deformed Werewolves are set to rise, and a rare chance at second mating befalls the two most unusual people. And now, one thing has become for sure—Daemon must first defeat the enemy outside, before he can truly confront her, who has become the enemy of his heart.

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Zina's back pressed against the wall as a taut body pinned her, their warmth mingling together. Four years of deadly anticipation had culminated into that very moment.

His whispers caressed her ear, sending shivers that had nothing to do with the chill in the air down her spine. “Since you see visions so well, tell me Theta of my house, do you see the day you will die?” His breath ghosted over her skin, reminding her of a debt to be collected.

Swallowing and maintaining a tight grip on her staff despite the body that burned against hers, she answered firmly. “I am afraid the gods haven’t shown me yet.”

The man over her smiled shrewdly. His lips grazed her ear, his hot breath sending waves of sensation. “I believe in all of the names I have been called, one of them is god. So let me tell you that which you do not know…

“…today is the day you will die.”

Norima Talga was brought in by Kelkov who came in with a strange looking man that Daemon could sense was at least a superior Lycan Shifter with a killing aura surrounding him.


Norima Talga didn't look happy in the least to have been literally kidnapped by Kelkov, but the woman read the room well enough to not react.


"Your majesty," she greeted with a low bow. Daemon had chosen the throne room again, and the rest of his direct subordinates were there as well.


"Rise."  Daemon commanded, observing that Kelkov held the staff in question in his hands.


It was wrapped in a black silk cloth, but he could still tell that it was it.


"Who is this man with you," He asked Kelkov, referring to the Lycan Shifter. It wasn't until then that Daemon noticed he was actually a part of the NorthSteed Pack. 


They were about fifteen people from the pack registered as a Lycan Shifter, and Daemon could swear this man's name wasn't there. So who exactly was he.


Chapter 370 - The Northern Heralder