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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.

Fated and Claimed by Four Alphas

In one of the highest floors of Noxshade Academy, tucked behind a hidden wall panel, the Student Council Room buzzed with tension.

It was sleek, with glass panels, a thick oak desk, velvet seats in a circle, and chandeliers.

The sigil of the academy, etched into the table's surface, pulsed faintly with magic that only high-ranking students were allowed to touch.

Storm Draven sat at the head of the table, back straight, arms folded behind his chair. The President's seat. A position he never asked for, but one no one dared challenge.

To his right, Jace Raith lounged with a casual sprawl, spinning a silver coin between his fingers. His Student Council badge flashed gold—Head of Discipline.

Let The Games Begin