❝Never mess with the Royals. You'll feel the flames of hell before you even get there.❞
Back then, I wasn't anyone special. I wasn't some hero who saved anyone. I thought I was smart. I knew I was quiet and observing since I didn't like attention, unlike Raiden, my protective twin brother. He would never let anyone hurt me... but he could only protect me from threats he's aware of.
As a result of what I was secretly suffering, I sealed off my emotions the best I could. I closed down my heart. Their words couldn't hurt me if I couldn't feel them. If only that worked for their hits. For five years, I'd been slowly falling into depression and no one noticed.
Then of course, I turned out to be Asher's mate and he rejected me and if that wasn't enough, he banished me from my home in Moonblood pack. I left and became a rogue with the vow of keeping anyone else from suffering the way I did. I was done crying, past letting others push me around. And I was going to make sure no one went through anything like I did.
Now, almost two years later, I'm returning to Moonblood pack, even though it could mean death since I was banished.
But I'm not alone.
Things have changed. Before, I could barely kill a spider. Now, I kill anyone who has it coming, like those abusive assholes. Before, my biggest worry was whether I could make it through the day without getting hurt. Now all I have to worry about is getting the blood out of my clothes and keeping Thatcher far away from me.
Before, I was shy and timid.
Now, I'm the Rogue Queen.
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Started: August 22nd, 2018
Completed: November 13th, 2019
Rewritten in November-December 2020