The Number One Star in the Interstellar Era - Chapter 61: A PART OF GAGE’S PAST (I)

“I'm done playing nice, mate.” His guttural voice was a threat. He wanted to force himself on her. He wanted her submission to come to him and be protected.Melisca was staring into his blood-red eyes. The grass field in it was gone. It was now a burning lava. Yes, she felt fear, but she was more furious about what he wanted for her.“You are my fated mate. My luna. Your rightful place should be right by my side, not running around spilling blood.”Her face contorted in constant anger. If only looks could kill, his gorgeous head would have already been separated from his neck. “I don't want to be Luna for the people I hate.” Her teeth gritted. She should have been scared. He can easily snap her slender neck. But her courage or stupidity prevailed over common sense.********************Too much for being a werewolf. A werewolf that can never shift. But that's the last of her concerns. For she had a pack to hunt, a family to revenge, and a life to survive.Melisca Lorwey is a half-blood wolf and human. Exiled by her father's clan and hated by her mother's side. When both of her parents died, she had no one else but herself alone. Witnessing how her parents had been murdered, she decided to hunt the killers as her life mission. Though she can't shift, she still had the abilities of a wolf.Then someone adds up to her life complications.Ezekiel Rawson Stavrus made her mission even harder to accomplish. She doesn't want anyone to distract or, worse, stop her plans. The very last thing she needed was the most powerful and possessive alpha chasing after her. So the moment she heard him say, “Mine.” She fled away like her life's on the line.---------------------------AN: This is not your typical romance. It focuses in bloody revenge, duties, and responsibilities first. Love isn't everything for the characters. It could be all or nothing in their wicked world of greed, power, and darkness.

How long I’d been here, I couldn’t quite recall. From this sorry situation, I as always raised my eyes to the sky; a sky in which the great, massive sun was clad in levity. Sunlight poured gently upon all. What a blessing it would have been for the world if only the skies could remain clear. For tomorrow too, and for all days to come, I was to continue to pray for calm. To endure for those who cried, with desperation I remained in prayer.

And then, one freezing, forlorn, soulless, stagnant, drizzly day we died. Or so I thought…

I was killed in a car accident while trying to avoid a stalker.

Is this a reward for dying a miserable death?

I was reborn as a character in a novel that had, not a golden spoon, but a diamond spoon.

I thought I could live my life over again.

Until I found out my brother was a budding psychopath.

“Sister, how about this doll? Do you want it?”

“Leave it.”

“What about this doll?”

My younger brother ties people up so they can’t move, and insists on them being dolls.

Even I am destined to be killed in the hands of my brother.

‘Let’s leave my little brother to the heroine of the novel before that day comes!’

But… my brother killed the heroine…

"Lu Lijun! what're you doing?"