Samantha's POV:

I blinked, utterly lost in his words.

My head tilted as I studied him, wondering if the short man was being sarcastic or high on some strange drugs.

Yet, beneath the madness, his voice carried a weight that pulled at me, sparking a sense of urgency within me.

“What do you mean, short man?” I asked, trying to sit up. But my body was heavy, as if weighed down by an invisible force.

The dwarf cackled, his laughter echoing off the walls. “This is a place where the living and dead co-exist. And you are stuck in the middle. You are a living dead, a ghost!”

“What!?” I was horrified by his words, and my eyeballs widened.

“What do you mean? I'm not dead! I'm alive!” I barked.

The dwarf grin grew wider, and he chuckled lightly. “Ah, but are you? You see, my dear, your body is dead. Those men you saw a while ago? They murdered you on your birthday. You're not quite alive, and you're not quite dead. You're something in between. You should be dead by now, but I committed an abomination and held you back,” he explained, an evil grin plastered on his face.

His words struck me like blades. “Murdered? On my birthday?” My voice turned into a scream: “What did they do to me? What have they done to me!?”

“Your body will soon be taken away,” he said with a complete lack of sympathy. “In conclusion, you will soon be buried. Forgotten.”

“Buried? I can't remember dying! How can I be dead?” I responded. My confusion and frustration are mounting.

But instead of offering any clarity or comfort, the dwarf burst into menacing laughter, his eyes glinting with wickedness.

“Do humans remember they are dead?”

I fell silent.

“What will become of me now?”

He shrugged. “You will get buried. And your ghost will roam the earth like a lost puppy.”

“Wow. so I die like a dog, and my murderers will continue living freely?” My eyes burned as rage enveloped me.

“Well…,” the short man spoke again, his tone shifting. “...unless you want revenge. Then, I can help.”

My eyes lifted slowly to His “revenge? Ghosts don't take revenge!”

“No. But I'll help you rebuild yourself into something powerful and stronger. Something evil. Something the living will learn to fear.” His grin dripped with promise and corruption.

My heart suddenly went out to Alpha Kelvin. My love, and the only family I had in this world.

He's probably out there, worried sick that I had vanished.

We could have been mated by now.

“What if I say I'm in?” I asked with raised brows. Not because I wanted to be reborn into anything powerful, but because I needed to tell Kelvin that I loved him one last time.

He laughed, clearly enjoying my distress. “You're already halfway mine. The process has started already. Even if you don't want to agree, you will.” he said and turned to walk away.

“Wait!” I stopped him immediately as my voice cracked. “Who killed me? Who plotted my death?” I asked, hoping to tell it to Kelvin when I got back to earth.

“Like I always tell my people, the ones closest to you are fond of stabbing you from behind.”

My heartbeat pulsed. “What do you mean?”

“Do you truly want to know, weak Omega?” he asked with a grimace.

“Yes,” I replied through clenched teeth.

“Very well then. Alpha Kelvin, your beloved alpha, is the mastermind behind your death!” He announced with a wicked triumph, and I froze.

“Liar! Your words are like those of the Devil! You expect me to believe you?” I roared, nails digging into my palms.

He arched a brow. “Liar? Did I save you only to lie to you?”

“You monster!” I stuttered, “Kelvin would never!”

He scoffed, “Did you say never?”

“Kelvin values me more than anything, as do I. What could he possibly gain from my death!?”

“Freedom. Yes. Perhaps your death freed him. From shame. From his weak Omega mate. Or perhaps…” his voice dipped, “...His mother's choice, Helena, was far more tempting.”

The name pierced my heart like a knife.

I felt nauseous, trying to process the lies he was telling. Kelvin would never betray me like that. No, not Kelvin.

I was a weak mate indeed, but I gave and sacrificed everything I had for him: my pride, my dignity, and, without selfishness, my virginity. While enduring his mother's and pack member's hostility.

“You’re making this up! Kelvin would never do such a thing.” I protested, my voice faltering.

“Then see for yourself!” The dwarf waved his crooked hand with a grin.

Suddenly, I was no longer in the abyss.

I was standing in the shadows of my old pack, but no one could see me.

Then, I saw him, Alpha Kelvin.

His arms were wrapped around Helena, Luna of the Silvermoon Pack, as her head was thrown back in pleasure.

My chest tightened as he grazed his lips around her throat before sinking his teeth deep into her flesh, marking her as his mate.

Helena's moans shattered me. It wasn't a cry of pain, but of pleasure, of acceptance.

“No…” The word broke out of me like a whisper.

The dwarf’s cackle echoed beside me. “There. Do you see it now? The one you loved, the one you trusted, choosing another. marking her, while you were left to bleed and die.”

The dwarf leaned in, voice softer, crueler.

“You never knew your father. Your mother abandoned you to be eaten by wild animals. You're a weak Omega who still hasn't gotten her wolf at this age. You've been rejected, unwanted. His family spits on you, and his pack members hate you more than they hate demons. Do you think a prince will keep a beggar at his side forever?”

The dwarf's words cut deep. Ripping open old scars and pouring salt into the raw flesh of my soul.

He was right, of course.

My father's face is a mystery to me, and my mother's abandonment still lingers like an open wound.

Being an Omega wolf, I was the weakest link in the pack's hierarchy, and my inability to shift made me an outcast among my peers.

Everyone loathed me. Except Kelvin.

Well, until now.

“You can drown in self-pity, little one. Or you can rise. Embrace what I offer and take back everything that was stolen.”

His words ignited something in me.

Something primal and long buried.

As I looked into the dwarf's eyes, I saw something that made me pause.

It was a glimmer of understanding. A hint of empathy and defiance.

His promises were like a light in the dark.

And in that moment, I knew I would never be the same again.

I looked deep into his eyes. “What do I have to do to gain these powers?”

Samantha's POV:

“I will complete the final stage of your reincarnation with my blood.” The dwarf said, with an evil grin I failed to see. “In return, you will give me your loyalty, honesty, and obedience. One day, when the time is right, I will ask for a sacrifice, and you must not refuse.”

I swallowed hard, consumed by fear, grief, anger, and bitterness.

But my rage clouded my judgement, and I agreed to his terms.

With a swift motion, he pricked my finger with his claws, drawing blood. He then pierced his finger, and our blood mingled together, sealing the deal.

I felt a surge of energy course through my veins, and my body began to glow faintly. My senses grew sharper, and my strength increased. I could hear the voices of no one in particular, and I could see anything.

I knew it without being told: I was no longer the weak, vulnerable Omega.

I was now a powerful hybrid. Part demon, part wolf.

I was reborn, reincarnated, and ready to take revenge on those who had wronged me.

The dwarf’s grin grew wider. “Lest I forget, I am no dwarf. I am a demon lord, the most powerful that ever existed. And as my chosen one, you must follow me down to Hell.”

I froze, shocked by his confession. “A demon lord? Aren't you a dwarf elf?”

It was at that moment that I realized why he had been grinning like a fool all this while.

Demons and werewolves don't mix well.

Werewolves hate demons.

For as long as I could remember, Alpha Kelvin has been searching for the true Alpha, the one destined to exterminate demons and become the only true king of wolves.

Alpha Kelvin was a forerunner Alpha, and it was his job to serve the true Alpha.

But for years now, the True Alpha has not been found.

“Does this mean I'm also a demon now?” I asked with raised brows.

“Not quite. You are a hybrid, a dangerous one. A rare mix of werewolf and demon. And I can also sense powerful witch blood in you. You're now a powerful being with the strength and ferocity of a wolf, the cunning of demons, and the magic of witches. The world won't know whether to worship you or fear you.” He said, eyeing me with an intensity that made my skin crawl.

“You're not a full demon yet. But you have the potential to become one. And that would require a complete surrender to your darker nature. We must go to Hell and awaken your dark side.”

The mysterious force holding me down suddenly disappeared, and I watched my new body float from the corpse I once inhabited.

The demon lord beckoned me to follow him, and I did. We left the abyss, floating as we journeyed through a dark and winding tunnel.

The air grew hotter, and the smell of brimstone filled my nostrils. We were descending into the depths of hell, and I could sense the power of the demon lord growing stronger with every flight.

The fiery gates of Hell swung open, and finally, we arrived at a great throne room, filled with demons and other creatures of the underworld. They all bowed at his return.

Right in front of me, the demon lord transformed from a dwarf to his true self.

He stood before me, and his skin seemed to glow in the dim light.

His sharp horns and pointed tail only added to his intimidating presence.

His eyes were no longer blue but were instead of burning fire, and his snarling face revealed razor-sharp teeth.

A large silver pentagram pendant hung from his chest, symbolizing his mastery over the dark arts.

Fire and darkness danced at his fingertips, and I felt a chill run down my spine as his gaze locked onto mine. I knew I was in the presence of a being of great power and evil.

A slender demoness suddenly emerged from behind me. Her skin shimmered like polished shoes, and her eyes burned with an inner green fire.

I later got to know her name was Lyra, the demon lord's assistant.

She bowed in greeting. “Welcome home, master. I hope your mission was successful?” Her gaze darted towards me.

“Indeed, Lyra, it was. Here's our guest, Samantha. She has a lot to learn and see,” he said, gesturing towards me. I smirked mischievously.

Lyra’s gaze turned to me again, her eyes narrowing slightly. “I see. I shall prepare her chambers at once.”

“See to it! And summon the council. We have a new player in our game of power,” the demon lord said, grinning.

Lyra nodded, and as she turned to lead me away, a young man, probably in his mid-twenties, appeared in front of us.

He was tall, with a broad and stocky frame. His limbs, both arms and legs, were thick and muscular, reflecting his strength.

He was very handsome to behold, and he had the demon lord's burning eyes.

His hair was red and long, and he looked like a demon prince, radiating an aura of malevolence and wickedness.

A cunning smirk was on his lips, making me bite my lower lip involuntarily.

I was so lost staring at him that I failed to notice his eyes were ravishing my body.

“Master Frank, I will send the wicked sinners to your department as soon as I'm done showing our guest around,” Lyra informed him, bowing in respect.

“It's alright, Lyra,” the demon prince said, a smirk still tugging at his lips. “You can go back to your duties. Hand her over. She's mine now.”

Samantha's POV:

Frank and I strangely became the best of friends.

He was the demon lord's son, the master of mischief and lies. He was very powerful, cunning, charming, and dangerously friendly.

He was in the fourth tier, the most powerful category of demons.

He had massive demon warriors at his call and was a member of the sacred council.

It wasn't hard to see why he earned the title of the Prince of Hell: master of mischief, deceit, and chaos.

Under his guidance, I was able to tap into my powers, discovering new abilities and skills. He taught me how to control my emotions, channeling all my anger and bitterness into raw, potent dark magic.

He showed me how to summon dark energies, wield shadowy illusions, and twist truth into lies.

I became colder, more calculating, and ruthless.

I no longer hesitated, no longer forgave.

Frank was proud to see me become heartless, and he nurtured that darkness.

Together, we fought many battles, tore down strongholds, and left destruction in our wake.

I found comfort in doing evil, and demons feared me.

I had numerous enemies, but I strongly obeyed Frank's everyday slogan: “Never let your enemy live.”

I battled twelve-headed demons, vampires, witches, warlocks, and enchanters and came out victorious. Pain never broke me; it fueled me.

In no time, I was given the title ‘Princess of Hell.’

I became ice, no longer ruled by my feelings. I had harnessed them, turning them into weapons.

That was why I never saw Frank the way the old me might have.

I might have fallen for his charm once. But now? He was my brother and mentor, nothing more.

I swore an oath of loyalty to Hell and rose to the second tier, the level of demonic manipulation.

The demon Lord told me that a time would come when I would lead the earth demons back to hell as part of my job, but I dismissed it.

My only oath was to never fall in love and to rip out Kelvin's heart with my hands.

~A year later~

After a successful bloody mission, I walked up to the demon lord.

My eyes burned like fire, and my heart was consumed in dark rage.

“I am ready to go back to earth!” I thundered, not bothering to greet him.

One important lesson Hell had burned into me was that greetings made you look weak and pathetic.

The demon lord was seated on his great throne, surrounded by hundreds of demonesses trying to seduce him to sleep with them.

Some of them scoffed at seeing me, jealousy and envy evident in their eyes.

“Who dares to disturb me without greeting?!” He thundered, turning his burning eyes to meet mine.

An ordinary demon would have dropped dead from the demon lord's glare. But I stared back at him with an equally intense gaze.

“Ouch,” he whined, pretending to be hurt. “It's my lovely princess.”

“Hail, master,” I said flatly. “I demand to go back to earth. I have a mission to fulfill, and I won't come back until Alpha Kelvin's heart is between my teeth.” I swore, my eyes cold and my soul lifeless. I had lost my sanity, and the gentle soul of yesterday had turned into a dark mist, ready to devour both the sinner and the saint.

“You still have a lot to learn,Samantha. You are not yet strong enough.” The demon lord replied, turning to face Lyra, who had just entered.

“Master, I think she is ready to face your enemy.” Lyra said, grimacing, but quickly corrected herself, “Her enemy, I mean.”

I paid little attention to the nervousness in her voice and looked up at the demon lord. “With or without your consent, I will escape from here and return to earth. My soul is not at rest until I destroy the werewolves!” My voice was bitter as I remembered how I was maltreated and betrayed.

The demon lord stared at me in silence for a while, then a wide grin appeared on his face.

“Dracula,” he said, rising from his throne and walking towards me with an outstretched hand.

I've heard many demons mention his name, but this was the first time I was hearing it directly from him.

I hesitated for a moment, staring at his outstretched hand. After a while, I firmly clasped his hands, grinning. “Samantha.”

As our hands touched, I felt a surge of energy, and a cold sensation descended upon me.

“We are now connected by blood, flesh, and power,” Dracula declared, releasing my hand. “Lyra will prepare you. Note that once you pass through the gates of Hell, you will be transported to Alpha Kelvin's pack. But know this: everything has changed.”

“How do you mean?” I asked with curiosity.

“We are in an alternate timeline with Earth. Time moves faster there. He will not be the same, and his family will be gone. No one will recognize you, not even him nor any members of his pack. This will make your mission very easy. Sneak in like a maid, and keep me updated every day,” he said, turning to walk back into the arms of the slutty demonesses.

“Lastly, his name is now Alpha Ken, no longer Kelvin.” the demon lord announced with a smirk I failed to notice.

‘Alpha Ken?’

I scoffed.

The change of name didn't bother me; I was only glad that I was now finally going to get my revenge.

I nodded in approval and felt happy, thinking I was going back to my ex-lover's pack.

But I didn't know that I was heading to a place destined to bring about my downfall.

*********

“I am ready to leave,” I told the figure behind me, my voice solemn.

I carried no bags, only a gown that would help me blend in perfectly.

“Okay,” Frank said, stepping closer. He gripped my shoulders and stared deep into my eyes. “Weakness begins when you pity your enemy and fail to strike at the right time. Remember Samantha, it's either you kill or you get killed.” He said with a crooked smile on his face, "If you ever feel threatened, don't cry. Tears make you weak. Kill or summon demons. I'll never stop thinking about you. And I'll always check on you when I can.” He promised, like the brother I never had.

The former me would have burst into tears, but the new me just scoffed at him.

“What the hell are you doing sounding like a weakling? Don't you know pity and love are for the weak?” I hissed, disgusted by his sudden softness.

Frank burst into laughter, clapping his hands joyfully. “Yes! You are ready!”

We both laughed at his words, and with one final nod, I left hell, riding on a black stallion.

I was unsure of what the outside world held for me, but I was ready to kill if I needed to.

I was ready to destroy any Alpha, human, or wolf that stood in my path.

But if only I'd known what Dracula was planning behind my back…

I might never have begged for reincarnation.