I died on a cold garden floor while my husband straightened his shirt. My daughter was already gone. The poison he had been feeding me for months had finally finished its job. I had nothing left. No wolf. No pack. No allies. Just enough strength to take his ear with me before the grey sky went dark. Then I woke up. Same room. Same cracked ceiling. Same morning, three years earlier, before I made every mistake that killed us both. The Moon Goddess gave me a second life and I intend to spend every single second of it making Jaxon wish she hadn't. But there is one thing I didn't plan for. The Alpha King. In my past life I went to him terrified, obedient, carrying my husband's agenda on my back and calling it love. This time I walked into that room with my eyes open and my own agenda already written. I just didn't expect him to look at me like that. Like I was the only thing in the room worth keeping. Some second chances are for revenge. Some are for something you never saw coming.

My mate cheated on me with my best friend, so I did something unthinkable—slept with his hockey captain, my brother's best friend. It was meant to be a mistake. A night influenced by drinks that melted my brain. But why does this mistake stare at me like the only one that could quench his flames? Why does Killian Blackthorn—future Alpha of the Silvermoon pack—touch me like the only one that mattered in his world? Our relationship was meant to be forbidden. An omega, a seed of two siblings, and an Alpha's son seemed like a crazy match. But I guess crazy things deserve a chance, too.