Claimed by My Ex's Father, the Alpha King

“I was the eldest daughter of the powerful Northwind Pack, betrothed to Crown Prince Archer for four years. But instead of a royal wedding, I found myself paralyzed on the cold stones of the royal dungeon, black Wolfsbane burning down my throat. My cousin Colette giggled, pressing her cheek against Archer's chest. "Your father is dead," she smiled sweetly. "Your mother and brothers too. The Hanson Pack was wiped out before noon." Because of forged letters of treason, my entire bloodline was slaughtered in a single morning. Archer scoffed, telling me I was only ever good for my family's soldiers. He said he would never seat a plain, unbonded female beside him on the throne. Then, he kissed Colette right in front of my dying eyes, promising to make her his Luna Queen while my name was remembered only in shame. I lay in the freezing dark, my inner wolf suffocating from the poison. We had given them everything. Why did they have to destroy us? As my heartbeat stuttered and snapped, I prayed to the Moon Goddess for just one more breath beneath the sun to make them bleed. My lungs tore open with a violent gasp, my hands sinking into the downy velvet of my own bed. I was twenty years old again. It was exactly one year before the purge. This time, I will dismantle the prince piece by piece, and the true Alpha King will be the one to watch him burn.”