The Lycan's Wife, The Alpha's Wish

I went to sleep furious at the Lycan who betrayed his wife in the novel I was reading. Then I woke up naked in his bed, wearing her body.

I know how this story ends. Mathias's newly awakened mate steals my place, poisons my name, and kills me slowly enough for the court to call it heartbreak. So before my husband can put his hands on me again, I give him a choice: exile her or divorce me.

The arrogant bastard chooses neither.

Then Lysander Hayes walks into the ballroom and shatters a glass when he sees me.

The feared True Alpha has spent twenty years unable to forget a pair of eyes from an incomplete childhood memory he has never been able to prove was real. He does not recognize my borrowed face. He only knows that my eyes look impossibly familiar-and neither of us understands why that recognition feels so dangerous.

His wolf wants to kneel, claim, and tear apart anyone who threatens me. I want answers. I also want him, which is a dangerous complication.

But Constance, the wife whose life I stole by accident, is still alive inside me. The beautiful mate replacing her is far more dangerous than the novel admitted. And if I cannot return Constance's body and choices, my own bloodline may disappear before I am ever born.

I thought I knew the ending.

Now the story is rewriting me.