Overthrowing Fate - Chapter 93: Young Master

This is a very interesting thing. It is obviously dim and black, but it can emit a golden light, which makes people deeply fascinated by it…

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“Who the hell is that?” I whispered more to myself than my assistant Zeeb Elijah who stood next to me at the Golden Shifter Pack Annual dinner.“No,” Zeeb seethed Vehemently. “Don't even think about it, Lucian. That is the Rogue Alpha Conri Dolf. He was exiled from the pack and only shows himself during the annual dinner as demanded by the pack elders. It is said he killed his mate and went rogue. I am warning you, Lucian, that is one forbidden territory that you can venture into.”**********************************Billionaire CEO Lucian Freki is a name that generates all kinds of feelings amongst the Golden Shifter Pack of Alaska. Tall, handsome, wealthy bachelor, arrogant, and a bastard playboy who refused to settle down.Until his eyes land on Rogue Alpha Conri Dolf…Lucian is drawn in by Conri’s powerful demeanor and his deep ocean eyes. According to the pack, Conri was exiled after the death of his mate and he went rogue. He lives alone in the deep mountains of Alaska and rumor has it that he is volatile and kills anyone who dares approach him.Just one look made Lucian crave Conri. He begins a slow, wicked seduction to sate his desires and possess Conri. Lucian will stop at nothing to get Conri back in the golden pack, amidst the lurking enemies that want Conri dead and discover the secrets behind his exile.

WARNING: ITS A 18+ BOOKHeena stretched on the warm sand, sipping coconut water. Finally, peace. No scheming heroines, no brooding male leads—just her and the ocean.“HEENA! MOTHER! I FOUND YOU!”Her eye twitched. Not now.Floating above the beach was a golden lion with sparkling wings.“System 547,” she said, gritting her teeth. “I’m on vacation.”“But the worlds are collapsing! Male leads are going crazy! Villainesses are dying! White lotus heroines are ruining everything!”“Not my problem.”“You’re the Black Lotus! Only you can fix this!”“Exactly why I deserve a vacation.”“No rules! Slap them, seduce them, team up with the villainess—anything!”Heena sipped her coconut. “If I say yes, triple points, rare items from every world, and six months vacation after.”“Done! Anything!” the lion shouted, tail wagging.Heena stood, brushing sand off. “Fine. Show me these broken male leads.” Her smirk was dangerous.The portal threw Heena onto cold marble floors. Her head spun as чуж memories flooded in.Empress Celeste Ravencourt.Five husbands.A dying empire.“Great,” Heena muttered. “I’m the villain.”A tiny golden lion appeared beside her. “Welcome to World 12! You’re married to five powerful men who all hate you. They’re meeting tonight to poison you and crown the heroine instead.”“Let me guess,” Heena sighed. “White lotus?”“Lady Seraphina. Sweet, kind, system-backed. They’re all in love with her.”Heena rubbed her temples. The body was weak, starved, exhausted. No wonder Celeste died so easily.“Fine,” she said, pulling off the heavy jewelry. “That empress is dead. I’m not.”She chose a simple dark dress, tied her hair up, and met her reflection. The sadness vanished. Confidence took its place.At dinner, five men waited—cold, powerful, deadly handsome. Warriors, priests, generals, spies. Every one of them wanted her gone.Wine was poured into her glass.Poisoned. Obvious.They watched her closely.Heena lifted the glass, smiling lightly.“To new beginnings.”She drank it all.The silence cracked.Nothing happened.Their faces changed—shock, fear, disbelief.Heena leaned back, calm and smiling.“Now,” she said softly, “which one of you thought killing me would be that easy?”

The person who was locked away inside the thorn-covered tower was not a princess, but a witch who employed the powers of darkness.

A brave young hero came searching for the tower in order to kill the witch.

– Light would force the darkness to recede, and grant it eternal rest

The witch wished.

That things would end with, ‘and the hero lived happily ever after killing the witch,’ like in the fairy tales.

And so, she had devised everything to happen in accordance to her wishes.

But the boy, who had grown up in but no time at all, would make the unfamiliar face of man’s from time to time.

“You want me to kill you? ……Do you really think I’ll let you go?”

Reality was very different from the fairy tales.

“The people don’t know of the precious treasure locked away in the tower.

I won’t let anyone else have this god given treasure, this crown of god surrounded by thorns that no one else could recognize.”

The hero gave the witch a slow and deep kiss.

“I am the true victor, and no one else.”