I was twenty years old when my world stopped. My throne was stolen. My name dragged through the mud. My mates, every one of them, died in my arms. They called me cursed. They called me the Lady of Death. I thought that was the end of me until Lycan King Kane stepped in. The same King who murdered my parents. The same King, fate bound me to. Being his mate wasn’t salvation. It was the beginning of my undoing.