Alicia Keys is an ex-convicted werewolf who finds it hard to live in the Blood Moon Pack after her release. She tries to find her place in society, and in her ordeal, she meets Tyler Savage, a young and ruthless Alpha who treats ladies as nothing but toys that he can have his way with. Their meeting leads to a perfect union between them, and love becomes theirs, but that all changes when they are wiped out of existence by a group of assassins sent by the werewolf committee. Alicia’s hatred for the committee bloomed, and she was given a chance to take revenge on the system through a reincarnation with the help of the moon goddess. She takes on another name and penetrates the wolf committee to get her revenge. Will she be able to take revenge on the committee for Tyler’s death? Or will her hatred lead her to her death?
Chapter 1 Free at last!
“Prisoner 489, you’re free to go,” the voice of the prison warden echoed in the dark room. Right behind the steel bars were darling blue eyes, which honed despite the darkness. “The names Alicia, Alicia keys,” a feminine voice veered out behind the steel bars. A beautiful and daring lady could be seen walking towards the bars. The prison warden smiled, opening the lock on the steel door and letting her out. “Live a safe life out there. The real world is far more risky than you imagine,” the prison warden says while removing the cuffs from her arm.
She was free to go wherever she wished now.The prison warden led her to the exit, taking his time to inform her about the real world. What else could he have done for her?Alicia Keys was the only kin to the Keys clan of the Blood Moon Pack. She had been convicted of wolfing out and killing her parents at the age of ten, even though the only evidence they had were the blood stains on her hands and body. “So what do you plan on doing next, Empress?” the warden asks as she raises her head up to gaze at the beautiful Sunshine. “I’ll go get a job, an apartment, and live a better life,” she replies, brushing her hair backwards. In the sonnet prison, the strongest underground prison meant to hold the deadliest of wolves, she was referred to as the Empress, ruling the entire prison with her claws. No one dared defy her after the fight she had with the former ruler of the prison yard. The dark blue Empress, they called her.Alicia sighed, feeling her new beginning from the depths. Free from the four walls of the prison yard. Nothing smelled better to her than the fresh air that whooshed through her nose. What could be expected after being detained in an underground prison for 17 solid years? She greets the prison warden one last time after receiving some money from him. She had only one safe heaven, which was her old house at the far end of town. A perfect match for someone like her.As she walked past the market, she could feel the eerie eyes that kept staring at her. They all look at her with disgust, trying to divulge what she was doing in a place like this. They all shriek, moving away from her as far as possible. The whole market went silent, with everyone gazing at her. They waited for her next step, moving back with every step she took. What a way to welcome her back to reality. Alice isn’t bothered by their actions; rather, she walks past them, taking everything she needs to prepare herself for a new beginning. “Doesn’t a thrash like her know her place in society? “rumors began spreading, with everyone talking about her past. “She’s an ex-convict; I bet no one will want her as a mate.”.Alicia ignores the thrash talks, taking her supplies and heading east towards the coast. Her grandmother had left her a house at the edge of town in case she came out alive and well. She takes the alleyway, knowing it is the fastest possible way to reach the coast in time for dinner. She couldn’t miss it; it was the last piece of memory she had stored in her head. Clang, clang, clang, came the sound of clashing cans. She stops, dropping her belongings and checking her surroundings for enemies. She breathes in slowly, closing her eyes and seeking the direction of the sound through her ears. There it was at her right, a stray cat, checking out the thrash for something to feast on. She heaves a sigh of relief before moving on.Strange as it seems, she felt insecure everywhere. In the sonnet, the blinking of an eye could be the end of one’s life. This made her instincts keen and accurate, giving her the ability to locate the enemy with the smallest possible sound.Dusk came faster than expected, with Alicia still on the move. She was yet to get home after several hours of walking. Her legs ached, her shoulders felt swollen along with her limbs, and she could barely walk. The next stop, the Eastern Bar, became her only hope to rest, motivating her to keep moving and neglect the pains in her body. The Eastern Bar was more like a club than a bar. It had pretty girls who were there to serve their male customers with both body and soul and charming bartenders who gave heartbroken ladies something to live for. Upon reaching the bar, she drops her belongings by the side of her chair and orders a bottle of tequila. As she waited for her order, she observed her environment. It seemed far too serene for her to comprehend. The bartender came back with a bottle of tequila and a glass cup in his hands. As he hands her the bottle, he tries making some advances on her, touching her seductively on the hand. In fear, she grabs the bottle, smashing it on his head. “My head!!!” he groaned, looking at the blood that flowed right down his face. “If this is how you treat women here, then you’re no different from the guys in the prison yard. Even they have better strategies than you do,” Alicia says, lifting him off the floor and throwing him into the counter. About to leave the bar, she spots a small group of people beating up someone. The person seemed weak and incapable of harming them. She hurriedly dropped her belongings, rushing to the scene with a bottle in her hand.“Leave him alone,” she says, smashing a bottle on the leader’s head. He is barely conscious of his actions. A smirk appears on her face as she sends him flying into the depths of the forest with his subordinates running after him. “Are you okay?” she asks, turning the victim over for recognition. “Help me”.