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This wasn’t anything close to Alpha behavior. This wasn’t who I was. “Maybe I should show you what it means to actually put the things that are most important before yourself,” Seraphina said, her voice dropping degrees to something colder, more dangerous. She reached to her side and pulled out a whip—long and wickedly barbed with spikes, gleaming in the dimming light. She wore minimal armor, just a pleated skirt and bandages wrapped tightly around her chest. I didn’t need my wolf instincts to tell that she was oozing with unbelievable confidence.

BLURB For three years, Seraphina gave everything she had to a man who never saw her clearly. She cooked, she endured, she stayed quiet through every insult his family threw at her, and she secretly kept his failing business alive from the shadows, without him ever knowing it was her. Then his first love walked back through the door, and Seraphina disappeared. She walked out as his invisible wife and came back as Seraphina Vaughn, the hidden heiress of the most powerful family in the country. The woman two dangerous older brothers would tear the world apart for, the woman every powerful man in the city now wants standing beside him. Damian thought she would come back within a week; bu

"I'm not doing this to prove who I am. I'm doing this because I don't want any part of me to belong to fear anymore." Killian rested his forehead against hers. "I'll be waiting." "I know." Taking one final look at her family, Seraphina stepped through the silver doorway. The ancient doors closed behind her. When Seraphina opened her eyes, she found herself standing beside a peaceful river. Wildflowers swayed gently in the breeze, and a small wooden cottage sat beneath the shade of a massive willow tree. Laughter echoed from inside. Her heart stopped. "No..." she whispered. The front door opened. A little girl with long, silver hair ran into the yard carrying a basket of herbs. She couldn't h

The morning sun was bright, but the air inside the Alpha’s private wing still felt cold and heavy. Seraphina woke up early, feeling completely trapped. The walls of the guest room seemed to press in on her, and the scent of pine wood and rain was so thick it made her head spin. She could not spend another minute staring at the dark gray furniture. She needed to breathe fresh air. She dressed in a plain, faded blue gown with long sleeves. She did not look like a princess at all. She looked like a common servant girl, which was exactly what she wanted.

They were warnings. To test it, I walked to the window and looked out at the familiar garden. The roses my mother insisted on planting were in full bloom, exactly as I remembered. Downstairs, I could already hear the faint sounds of servants preparing breakfast. Events were unfolding precisely as they had three years ago. I sat on the edge of the bed, forcing myself to breathe steadily. No more naive, lovesick girl. That version of Seraphina died on those stairs. The woman who opened her eyes today would not make the same mistakes.