Rejected by the Alpha Prince, Claimed by the Wolf Duke

ake filled my throat, pulling m

ilas, the Alpha Crown Prince, stand

orced us to marry. I spent decades bleeding for his kingdom

e labour

Not that he loved me. He spent his whole l

ity hit me-he remembered. We had both be

t me die, erasing the faulty beginning of ou

the immense burden of my past life

twisted cord of fate, I wou

o kick free of my heavy boots and s

uld never let h

ister, and marry the terrifying, "de

pte

phin

illed my nose and throat, a shock so

rough the boning of my heavy lace corset a

hurning, murky water, I saw a figure si

Alpha Crown Prince

f my fall still spread. His amber eyes, which I had

ed his back a

jump in t

he man who, in a past life, would have flown into a rage if I'd so much as scraped my knee, now stood with his

n reborn, jus

was an old woman l

y husband. I was his Luna, t

castle, balanced the financ

r the woman he

loved my older

ite where the moon was said to guide

wine on her lavish dress. She panicked

h the stain, Isabella's rival sen

the cloak. Thinking I

as not a spark, but a deep, resonant thrum that pa

ing in each other's arms. Driven by ancie

She married a useles

her carriage was

orms caked in mud and gore, hissing nonsensically, h

pent the rest of his life mourning h

by my bed and whispered,

ve you."

and woke up falling in

lk away in his dark ve

ur story at the bottom of this lake. He was not merely cruel-he was terrified. If I lived,

in my throat, but it came out

l sad. I did

ledgers, the courtly intrigues, the weight of his unspoken grie

s twisted cord of fate, I

, but I ceased my struggle. I had survived assassinations, wars, and Pa

calf, and used the clarifying pain to kick free of my waterlogged leather boots. Then

this time, I would never let

the cold: Silas believed he was rewriting our fate by letting me die.