Sweet_pie22

Silas has never feared Alphas. Naturally strong and unaffected by their pheromones, he constantly clashes with them. 

But this unique trait becomes his downfall when, on his 18th birthday, his  mate rejects him—choosing his stepbrother, Ciel, instead.

Wounded and betrayed, Silas leaves the pack, unaware that his life is about to take a turn he never imagined. 

In the enemy pack, he crosses paths with four powerful princes—Damon, Theron, Kael, and Lysander. They take him in, but the situation grows even more chaotic when Silas discovers a shocking truth.

 The four princes, believed to be his twin brother’s  mates, are actually his fated mates.


"What?" Silas whined.

"Silas, behave yourself and let us handle this matter."

"Shorty, no one can hurt you."

"Silas, I will protect you."

After saying this, the three brothers glanced at their fourth sibling.

"What? ...Yes, I'll do the same," he muttered.

Just when things couldn't get more complicated, a cryptic dream shakes Silas to his core.

"He is your child. If you reject him too, he will die!"

And soon after, a five-year-old child appears, leaving Silas utterly confused.

"You are mine... In this life, I will make you my slave, destroy those bastards, and erase their bloodline."

A bitter love tangled in hatred—one that transcends lifetimes. Someone is willing to go to any lengths to claim Silas, no matter the cost.


Can Silas rewrite the fate from his past life? Or will history repeat itself?

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"Look, I have no idea why he's calling you 'Papa.' This is my first time meeting this kid, so don't glare at me with those disgusting eyes."

Kael was glaring at me as if I were the one who taught the kid to call him "Papa." Like, who would teach their child such bullshit—calling some bastard "Papa"?

"Silas, I'm starting to doubt you because this kid is looking at me the same way you do."

Oh great, now he's even trying to match our gazes. But hearing him say that, memories I really don't want to remember suddenly surface.

I find myself questioning—could this kid really be mine, just as the Moon Goddess said?

And she said that if I don't accept this kid, he will surely die. But how can I accept him when I'm not even sure about anything?

I glanced at the kid—he was sitting there, staring ahead, his tiny hands gripping my shirt while swinging his little legs in the air. He looked really cute.

Lupin pack - 14