The Alpha Prince's Defiant Second Chance Mate

Tonight was supposed to be my Marking Ceremony with my betrothed, Bret Holland.

Instead, I woke up pinned to a velvet mattress by the terrifying Crown Prince Casimer, who was completely out of his mind on a brutal heat drug.

Outside the locked door, I heard Bret's lowered voice.

"Is everyone in position? Break the door down on my signal."

In my past life, I didn't know this was a double trap set by Bret. I was caught in bed with the drugged prince, my honor completely destroyed.

Because of this night, my family, the noble Sinclair Pack, was stripped of our titles, banished as landless rogues, and slaughtered in the freezing snow.

And the man who orchestrated my ruin? Bret, who pretended to love me deeply while secretly hiding a human mistress in a brothel and tattooing her symbol on his wrist.

Until I died, I didn't understand why he would be so vicious as to burn me alive and destroy my entire bloodline just to be with a human.

Opening my eyes to the red ceremonial candles, the heavy scent of cedar and blood filled my nose.

I had come back to life on the exact night that ruined me.

This time, I refused to walk into the same grave twice.

I bit the Crown Prince to snap him out of the drug, set the room on fire myself, and prepared to make Bret lose everything.