LOGINMorgana Hamilton died betrayed, poisoned, and discarded like a pawn in her husband’s ruthless bid for power. Then she woke up. Thirty minutes before she would poison the most dangerous man in the West Coast—the Alpha King himself. This time, she refuses to be a sacrifice. Dante Hamilton is power wrapped in sin. Ruthless. Commanding. A man whose dark gaze strips her bare without touching her. He has always watched her. Always wanted her. And now that fate has given them both a second chance, the heat between them is no longer a secret—it’s a wildfire. To save him, Morgana must seduce him. To survive, she must betray her husband. But the deeper she sinks into Dante’s world of leather, dominance, and whispered promises in the dark, the more she realizes she isn’t pretending anymore. His hands on her skin ignite something primal. His possessiveness awakens the wolf inside her. And when he claims her, it isn’t just her body he takes—it’s her loyalty, her hunger, her soul. Yet power is never taken without blood. As secrets unravel, paternity scandals explode, and a kingdom teeters on the brink of war, Morgana must choose: revenge… or reign. Because this time, she won’t die a pawn. She will rise as Queen. And the Alpha who obsesses over her? He will either rule beside her… or burn the world down for her.
View MoreMorgana’s POV:Today is the day. I can’t believe it’s been two days since I came to Las Vegas. It feels like two years. The festivities are a blur. First, I wake to the sound of commotion outside the door. Turns out Ryker was already up and getting ready. When I asked why he didn’t wake me, he mumbled something I couldn’t understand. Fine. That wasn’t a problem. I’m one of Melissa’s bridesmaids. The fact that I almost overslept on her special day is a slap to the face. I hastily get ready and head to her preparation room. Surprisingly, things are more calm inside. Her friends are composed as they help the stylists get Melissa ready. After a furious apology for my tardiness, I join them, my stomach fluttering with nerves as if I’m the one getting married. Three hours later, Melissa walks down the aisle, Alpha Dante leading her. It’s a lovely day, the sun is out, the air is loaded with the scent of flower arrangements, and birds twitter all around the garden. I swear these weren
Third person POVIn another hotel. Inside a secluded, private suite. Selene Harley, dressed in a dark purple silken robe, stares out of the open window overlooking the Split. She takes dainty sips out of a wine glass containing a liquid too thick and glossy to be wine. Her eyes are focused in the distance, such that one might think she sees someone in the blitzing light. Her demeanor is relaxed and peaceful. Long red nails tap rhythmically against the wine glass. The liquid inside doesn’t move. “Darling?” A deep masculine voice calls from the door. Selene turns, her full lips curving into a smile. “You’re late,” she says, tilting her head to the side. Her straight hair sweeps over her shoulder, the motion slow and seductive. The man walks in, a cocky smirk on his face. He comes up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist as he peppers soft kisses over her clothed shoulder. “You should be resting against tomorrow,” he murmurs, his grip tightening. Selene turns back to the
Morgana’s POVI stumble the entire way back to the suite. My head is stuck in a permanent disarray. I can’t think straight or even see straight. I keep replaying that conversation with alpha Dante over and over again.He knows.He’s know.And now he hates me.Everything makes sense. Why he hates me so much. Why he keeps looking at me like I did something horrible to him.Outside the door to the suite, I stare down at my hands. With these hands, I ended his life. I gave him that poisoned whiskey. I watched him drink it. I watched the life and light fade from his eyes.What possessed me?What sort of sorcery did Ryker use on me? was the prospect of him fucking me enough to make me commit actual murder.I shudder, hugging myself and trying to shake off the images.Back then I didn’t give it this much thought.I turn, glancing in the direction of Alpha Dante’s suite. He’s right to hate me. he’s right to never speak to me again or even see me again. If he reports me to the council, or even
Morgana’s POV“Morgana,” Alpha Dante’s eyes are entirely black. Furious. “Here to finish the job?”Cold washes over me, turning my veins to ice and my guts to slurry. I can’t breathe. I can’t feel, not even the harsh way his fingers dig into my shoulders. I can’t think.My brain scrambles for anything. Anything at all. Say something, Morgana. Say something! Laugh it off. Deflect. Say you don't know what he’s talking about when you damn right know what he’s talking about.A short, high-pitched laugh bursts out of me. “What do you mean?” I ask, instantly regretting the moment those words come out of my mouth. I sound so fake, like an old scratchy record.Alpha Dante’s eyes narrow. The heat bleeding off him gets hotter, suffocating me. His eyes are feral, a pit of eternal darkness. And when he growls at me I spot his fangs showing.“Don’t play fucking dumb with me,” he speaks through clenched teeth, his eyes accusatory.I swallow the lump. It tastes bitter and is so thick I have to swal
Morgana's POVRyker watches me as I add the poison to the Alpha’s whiskey.“Add everything,” he instructs, his voice hard. Always hard. He just cannot pretend to be soft for too long. “I don’t trust that man to remain dead with the little quantity you put.”I do as instructed. I pour all the poison
Morgana's POVMy chest clenches so tightly that I can barely breathe. My stomach burns fiercely. I jolt awake, my breathing erratic as I sit up on the three-seater couch.But there is no blood spilling from my mouth and nose. I am neither in the grave nor in the afterlife.No. Far from it.I am in
Morganna's PovThe pit in my stomach deepens.What?!Babe?!She must have had a slip of the tongue.I expect Ryker to glare at her like he always does and tell her she is mistaken, but instead, he smiles. A smile he has never given me.“Yes!” he replies firmly. “We did it, my love.”My love?!I par
Morgana' Pov“I swear, once you get my father to drink this, I will change. The reason why I have been hard on you is because Father has been annoying me a lot lately. Once you get rid of him, I will become happier and be a different person for you. I will truly love you this time, Mor. We will sta












Welcome to GoodNovel world of fiction. If you like this novel, or you are an idealist hoping to explore a perfect world, and also want to become an original novel author online to increase income, you can join our family to read or create various types of books, such as romance novel, epic reading, werewolf novel, fantasy novel, history novel and so on. If you are a reader, high quality novels can be selected here. If you are an author, you can obtain more inspiration from others to create more brilliant works, what's more, your works on our platform will catch more attention and win more admiration from readers.