Alpha’s Thirteenth Bride
I loved Lucian for years and gave up everything to save his life, but all I got in return was disgust in his eyes. In my past life, I was forced to become his mate, but in the end, I died under the claws of the feral wolves he sent after me, and he even snapped my brother Marcus's neck with his own teeth.
The night I was reborn, I made a different choice. I let my rival Ayara have what she wanted. I married the brutal Prince Draven in her place, the one rumors said would "kill his bride," and she got to run off and save Lucian.
But when the wedding car door opened, the person who stepped out was the gentle boy I'd met when I was five years old.
"Take a closer look, sweetheart. Am I really as terrifying as the rumors say?" His amber eyes were full of warmth and affection.
Turns out, he'd staged twelve fake weddings just waiting for me to grow up.
By the time Lucian got on his knees and begged me to come back, it was already too late; I was Draven's Luna now.