"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)

She was destined to be Luna... until the past walked back into the room. On the night she is meant to finally bond with her Alpha, everything falls apart. The girl who once stole her childhood-who stole her family's love, who abandoned her to die-returns and instantly becomes the center of everyone's world again. And in one heartbreaking moment of hesitation... she sees the truth. She will never be anyone's first choice in this pack. So she makes the bravest decision of her life- she walks away. No more begging. No more proving herself. No more breaking just to be seen. But the moment she chooses herself, the world she leaves behind turns chaotic. The Alpha who wavered becomes desperate to claim her. The family that ignored her wants her back. And the girl who once destroyed her life returns with new manipulations and old lies. For the first time, she's done being silent. Done being replaced. Done being the sacrifice. If they want their Luna back, they'll have to earn her. But even if they do... will her heart ever trust them again?

နက်ရှိုင်းအောင် + ငုဝါမောင်မောင်

සසර ගමන නිමා වන තුරුම අත් නොහරිමි ඔබව කිසි විටෙක..... 🤍🥀

×Mature× > She died a jobless anime binge-watcher. She woke up a chubby, unwanted beast bride. Odette didn't ask for a second life-especially not in the body of a despised gray swan with five drop-dead-gorgeous beastmen husbands who can't even look her in the eye. Forgotten by her tribe, accused of crimes she didn't commit, and left to drown by the very men who vowed to protect her... it should've ended there. But fate-no, a shady cosmic system-had other plans. Armed with a cheat-like storage space, a secondhand body, and five cold marks on her hand proving none of her husbands ever claimed her, Odette decides it's time to rewrite this beastly romance into her own personal revenge story. Who needs loyalty when she can hoard hotter husbands? Who needs love when she can live deliciously petty? Let the ex-husbands regret. Let the new suitors line up. And let the Swan Queen rise-feathers, fat rolls, and all.