"Oh my God, you look so perfect. You are just the right choice for Alpha Garrick, Zaria." ​Those were the sweet, supportive words my elder sister, Cynthia, whispered as she lovingly braided my hair and laced me into my white maiden silks. I trusted her completely, believing today would be the happiest day of my life. ​I walked into the Selection Ceremony with my head held high, ready to be claimed by my childhood sweetheart, Alpha Garrick. ​Instead, I walked straight into a trap. ​In front of the entire pack, My fated mate chose my sister to be his Luna over me. Standing at the altar, my sister's warm smile turned into a mocking smirk. ​Blinded by heartbreak and confusion, I swallowed my pride. I begged Garrick. I reminded him of our years together, our promises, and everything I had sacrificed for him. But my desperate pleas only fed their cruelty. Garrick sneered, calling me a pathetic, weak disgrace, while Cynthia watched with cold amusement as the pack laughed at my humiliation. ​Before I could even process the betrayal, Garrick stripped me of my rank. At his command, the pack warriors pursued me like an enemy, hunting me down and violently throwing me out into the woods to be killed. ​Bleeding, humiliated, and left to die, I fully expected the wild rogues to tear me apart. ​Instead, I ran straight into the chest of a myth. ​Alpha Cassian. The Midnight King. The most feared, ruthless Lycan on the continent—a tyrant my former pack wouldn't dare look in the eye. ​I expected death from the monster in the shadows. Instead, the terrifying King knelt in the mud before me, wrapping his heavy coat around my shivering shoulders. He offered me a choice: safety, power, and the ultimate revenge against the pack that discarded me. ​He is giving me an empire to crush my enemies, but he refuses to tell me why. I don't know what the Midnight King wants from a broken wolf like me, or what price he will demand when the blood settles. ​But as I look back at the borders of the pack that destroyed me, I realize I don't care about his secrets. I only care about their ruin.

Seraphina is a virtuoso cellist who prefers the shadows of the orchestra pit to the spotlight. But when her "perfect" twin sister flees the country days before a high-profile arranged marriage, Seraphina is forced into the most terrifying performance of her life. To save her family from a debt that would ruin them, she must don a designer veil and marry the most feared man in Manhattan: Killian Vane.​Known as the "Iceberg of Wall Street," Killian is a man who buys and sells companies, and people, without a flicker of emotion. The marriage was supposed to be a cold business transaction, a debt repaid in blood and vows.​Seraphina thinks she’s a master of disguise, but she’s wrong. Killian knew the moment his hand touched hers at the altar that he wasn't marrying the sister he’d "bought."​Instead of exposing the fraud, Killian plays a much darker game. He traps Seraphina in his gilded cage, intent on breaking her secrets and her spirit. But as the lines between their charade and reality begin to blur, Seraphina realizes that the "Iceberg" has a hidden fire, and it’s one that might consume them both.​In a world where every kiss is a lie and every touch has a price, what happens when the substitute bride becomes the only woman the billionaire can't let go?