Second Life, Different Bed
The Alpha I loved and his powerful father, the Lycan King, were both drugged with a Heat Potion.
Without a second thought, I climbed into the King's bed.
In my last life, I was forced to be Damien's cure. To mate with him. To bear his pups.
But he spent every night at her grave, mourning his "true love," Isabella. He never touched me again.
Five years into our mating, after an argument, he shifted into his wolf form.
He tore me and my pups limb from limb.
He was convinced I'd used some dirty trick to mark him, keeping him from his true love.
He believed it was my fault Isabella left, heartbroken, and died in an "accident."
When I opened my eyes again, I was back. Back on the night they were drugged.
This time, I will not be the cure. I will be the Queen.