I was the backup bride handed to the cursed prince—just to keep him alive. What did I get? A kiss. A betrayal. And a baby.
They said he was a monster. Every wife before me? Dead. I expected fangs and chains. Instead, I got—tall, gorgeous, and lethal.
One look into his amber eyes and my wolf whispered: Mate. But I was never his choice. Just a stand-in for a runaway heiress. He kissed me like he meant it—while calling someone else’s name.
And when the real bride came back for her crown? I got the boot—pregnant, pissed, and very much done.
Five years later, I walked back into his palace—not as his wife, but as the heir of another throne. And I didn’t come alone. He recognized me the second he saw me.
Now he’s offering a kingdom to fix what he broke. But the curse is closing in. And this time, it might take both him and our child.
