Once cast aside, now desired by all.

Spring Kaine was the forgotten girl. Betrayed by her family, bullied, framed, and expelled from three elite schools by a fake heiress, Rose, she was exiled to Noxshade Academy, where the supernatural elites, werewolves, vampires, elves, witches, fae and demons ruled, and powerless outcasts like her were mocked.

But when the academy’s golden tyrant, Lucien, humiliates her, something inside her snaps. Spring is no longer just a girl—she's the reincarnation of a betrayed, cunning werewolf princess with a thirst for dominance and this time, she won’t be silent.

With a smirk, she topples Lucien’s pride and stuns the academy by boldly kissing Alpha Storm, the coldest of the four werewolf heirs.

What begins as petty revenge turns into something far greater. When her wolf awakens beneath the Blood Moon, the matebond links her to five powerful Alphas as their mate—cold Storm, wild Jace, gentle Tyrion, and ruthless Kael.

But fate plays its cruellest card when the final mate bond forms with Lucien, the very bully who tried to break her.

Her presence shifts the tides—icy Alphas thaw, rivals yield, and even professors fall into her orbit in a deadly game of desire, destiny, and vengeance.

Now, even her estranged brothers return—repentant for choosing Rose over her, devoted, and become overprotective titans ready to destroy anyone who dares hurt her again.

As secrets of stolen bloodline, false heirs, a vengeful princess, a dangerous concubine, an old nemesis and a forgotten throne all threaten to pull her down, Spring rises. 

The girl they discarded has become everyone’s darling—adored, pampered, feared, and cherished.

Five Possessive Alphas. 
One soul. 
And a girl the world refused to let go.

My heart clenched painfully, the warmth of his gesture cutting through the cold numbness left behind by everything else.


Rhys didn't move immediately after the kiss. His forehead rested lightly against mine, and for a moment, everything slowed.


"I hate that she treats you like this," he said softly. "And I hate even more that you've come to expect it."


I swallowed, my throat tight again. "I didn't mean to ruin her party."


"You didn't," he said firmly, pulling back just enough to meet my eyes again. "You defended yourself. That's not the same thing. And I'm proud of you for doing it."


I blinked fast. "Even if I broke someone's nose?"


Rhys smirked. "You know, I used to do that for you all the time when we were younger. It runs in the family."


A soft laugh slipped from my lips, and some of the tension in my shoulders eased. But then I looked down at my ruined gown—stained, ripped, and clinging coldly to my skin—and sighed.


Chapter 75 - Haven't Been Kissed