Rejected by the Alpha Heir, Claimed by the Lycan Regent

My husband spiked my spiced wine with a heat-inducing aphrodisiac during the castle's annual banquet.

He lured the supreme Lycan Regent into my bedchamber, knowing the drug would trigger a mutual rut.

His plan was to break down the door at dawn with the city council and catch us in bed.

In my past life, when the heavy oak doors splintered open, I curled into a ball beneath the sheets, sobbing for mercy.

He used my ruined honor to extort my family's massive trade caravans and force the Regent to sign his Alpha succession decree.

I gave up my grandfather's fifty thousand gold sovereigns just to keep Tristan from locking me in a convent.

But once they bled my inheritance dry, my mother-in-law served me a bowl of poisoned broth that rotted my intestines from the inside out.

They dumped my corpse in an unmarked trench.

Until my dying breath, the memory of my death burned in my throat like boiling oil.

I had apologized and paid with my life for a crime I hadn't even committed, while the thieves who stole my birthright rose to glory.

Opening my eyes again, the Moon Goddess had cast me back into my twenty-year-old body.

The Regent was sitting in my room, and heavy boots were already marching up the grand stone staircase.

This time, I swallowed a handful of toxic Fire-leaf herb and calmly waited for my husband to kick the door in.