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.