The Lycan King's Second Chance Mate: Rise of the Traitor's Daughter - Chapter 278: Baiting

Theo volts, an 18-year-old Brazilian, died on his way home as he was struck by lightning. Upon waking he discovers that he was no longer human but a red fox. In addition, he also came to discover that he was gifted with a miraculous system.

Defeating monsters and frantic animals, Theo climbed into his cultivation, turned into a golden fox and conquered a Goblin village.

A new world, filled with mysteries and deadly dangers. New faces, hiding their true intentions. Horizons beyond his wildest dreams. The world of Ice and Fire has opened its gates to him—there is no turning back.Born into a family of ordinary knights, he has no powerful benefactors, no secret knowledge of what lies ahead, and only a vague understanding of this world’s ways. But one thing is certain—he will never stop moving forward. Intrigue, betrayal, enemies—mere obstacles on a path he will carve with his own hands. His life will become a legend, but what kind of legend? That is for him to decide.The first step has been taken. Welcome to a journey that will shape the fate of Planetos.

killed by his own family. He wishes for a second lease on life after realising how pathetic he was. Much to his shock his wish is granted and he is given a second chance at life, one he refuses to waste. How will he fair in a world filled with gods and other powerful beings? Gamer fic. Grey mc. Angel.

What happens when, in the midst of struggling to keep up with life, you suddenly discover that you were a princess in a past life? Now, you're just a waitress with a drunken mother and a pile of bills to pay. But deep down, you know one thing: you’ll find the stupid jerk responsible for ending your royal life, no matter what it takes.Alexia POV:Then there are the spoiled, narcissistic rich jerks who think their daddy's car gives them a free pass to treat women like objects. Not today, Satan. These guys are like walking perfume ads with egos bigger than their bank accounts. I swear, they should just marry themselves—they're clearly their own type.When one of those jerks lands at my table, I can smell the entitlement from a mile away. I don't even wait for the inevitable sleazy pickup line or the “accidental” brush of their hand against mine. Nope. I pawn them off on one of the other waiters faster than you can say “unpaid rent.”