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Reborn-His Scarlet Moon

He wished to burn in front of her throne, His heart craved only her poison. *** Ryan Bane was the Alpha who was left with only two surviving members from his ancient pack. He consented to be the adopted son of the Mafia king because he resembled his dead father and also because he needed to blend into the twenty-first century. He was ruthless; he was fierce; he was a rogue womanizing machine. *** Sherry was a child with a very disturbing past. She lived beside the dump yard with her dying father. *** One fateful night, the two met again after what would be centuries. Ryan starts walking down the same path that he had sworn never to tread again. Towards that poison ivy, which had caused the downfall of his entire empire. .... #This work is completed on other platforms, plz find it online

Frost_s · Fantasy
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Sherizad

She is no longer the queen she used to be. Reborn as a mere human, Sherizad, the Werewolf Queen, was unlike anything history had ever seen. She would have disowned herself had she seen her future like that.

A young adult, fresh out of college, drowns in debt, struggles to make ends meet, and keeps her dying father barely alive with a little prayer, hope, and a lot of chance.

Oh! And I forgot to add that she lived beside a dump yard. She was the queen of fragrance. Her heavenly scent, which spread across the country, drew hundreds of men when she was declared the first female Alpha in werewolf history.

***

"Ahhhhhh! Hhhhmmmm! Ahhhhh! "

Her groans woke her up with a start.

She was having trouble sleeping again. She got up from the bed without even trying to get back to sleep.

It was useless. She knew it very well.

She was used to spending night after night awake. For no reason in particular.

Her doctors said it was probably due to stress.

She searched her pocket.

"Found ya!"

Her hands took the cigarette out quickly as her fingers hurried to light up its tip.

"Ahaaaaa!"

One draw from the soft cylinder between her lips, and she gasped,"Heaven! "

Everything bugging her blew out like the circular smoke that she exhaled.

"Ahem! Ahem! Ahem!"

The sound of a series of coughs pulled her immediately back to the inside of the room. Up from the heavens, she was again in her own tiny, personal hell.

" Baba! Baba! Are you having trouble breathing again?"

She ran back to the old, crippled man. Her father. A former drunk. But he was the only family she had left. 

"Sherizad?"

He looked at her with those questioning eyes.

That was the name he addressed her by whenever he was having his amnesiac attack.

She lifted his half-raised hands and put them against her face.

" Baba. Look carefully. Look into my eyes. It's Sherry. Your Sherry. Your little daughter."

He immediately withdrew his hand.

Then he ran to the corner of the room.

"Don't hit me. Don't hit me. I will do anything. I swear. Anything." He began yelling. 

Sherry rolled her eyes. He was at it again.

She tucked the sleeves of her long T-shirt in.

She was gearing up for her regular battle routine.

It was time to pull the old man up on his bed.

She usually kept him chained when she went out for work. Or rather, looking for it.

But she felt too bad to let him be that way when she was around. She often gave him a little breather. However, it never ended well.

The doctors had suggested sending him to a rehabilitation center. But they had given him no hope of getting any better. They said he was definitely in his last stage.

His body had suffered several damages during his junior years. Sherry knew very little about her father's past. What he did, where he lived, his is family, everything was a mystery for Sherry. 

She could not ask her mother about it as well. She had died during childbirth. Her life had ushered in her death.

It was traumatic whenever she tried mentioning her mother to her father. He would absolutely break down. So much so that they didn't even have a picture of her anywhere. Sherry wanted to. She wanted to talk about her. Know her. What kind of woman she was? What did she like? How did she look?

But it was impossible to bring the topic up in front of her father.

"Leave me! Let me go. Let me go! "

The old man was stretched out under Sherry's firm grip. He was holding the pillar with one hand and the table with his legs.

Sherry stood over him. Looking for the perfect position for the tackle.

She pulled his feet off the table.

Three.

Two.

One.

Heave- Ho! 

She pulled him by his legs with a jerk. His hands were flung open with one or two tiny cuts. The pillar inside their room was still not plastered. It was just a crude cement structure. The rough edges were responsible for whatever damage he suffered.

"Let me go. Let me go. I swear. I swear. "

His gibberish never seemed to end. Often, it climaxed in a yell.

They were lucky they lived beside an isolated dump yard.

The stench from the place kept most people away.

But Sherry never complained. She was grateful to have at least a roof over her head.

"And here you go!"

She heaved heavily as she finally put the chains back on.

It seemed to calm him.

Like placebo. It immediately put him back to sleep.

"Ufffff!"

Sherry heaved again and looked at the sky from the tiny window. It was still starry and clear. The moon shone like a temptress against the black. Like a mistress open for her master.

She picked up the end of the half-finished cigarette that she had hurriedly put out, lit it again. This time she took her sweet time, drawing in every bit of pleasure. No hindrance. Nothing to disturb or distract herself.

She heard a distant howl from somewhere far away.

A pained, tormenting lament. Withering, crying, and longing for its mate.

Sherry strained her ears to hear some more of it.

Animals never scared her. Neither wolf nor tiger. 

It was human beings that were more scary. She always thought.

She had always been shunned, kicked, bullied, and laughed at for her background.

A smelly, rotten pig. That was what she was. Throughout infancy and school.

When she finally got the opportunity to go to college, she thought her past would never haunt her there.

But it seemed like too much of a wishful thinking on her part. They humiliated her on the very first day of college. In the middle of the university.

She had come running back home. Wanting to hide there forever.

But luck didn't bestow on her that much favor. She saw her father cough up blood the moment she returned.

" Baba! What! Wh... What is this?"

Her already shaky body became weak at the knee. Fright, shock, and worry all hit her together.

" Sherry? How are you here? Aren't you supposed to be in college? Ahem! Ahem! Cough! Cough! "

"Baba!"

Sherry ran towards her dad. Blood filled his body as it shook with the aftereffect.

"STAY BACK!"

He yelled. Sherry stopped in her tracks.

"Don't come near me."

"But Baba!"

"I said NO!"

His voice was stern. Sherry froze in her steps.

Then turned back and ran out of that door.

From that point on, the only aim of her mortal life was to collect enough money to treat her ailing father.

Nothing else.