I was rejected in front of the entire pack — not with a growl, but with a smile, because my mate needed a "worthier" bride to save his family's empire.They called me the mistake bride. A human-born nobody who didn't even know she carried wolf blood until the night Alpha Ronan Ashgrove looked me in the eye and told the whole world I was nothing to him.So I left. I built a company out of spite and shattered pride, and I buried the girl who used to howl herself to sleep.Five years later, I'm not coming back as his rejected mate. I'm coming back as the woman his empire cannot survive without — and as the last living heir of a bloodline the packs were taught to fear into extinction.Ronan wants forgiveness. Silas Draven wants my blood. And somewhere between the boardrooms and the blood moons, I have to decide whether the girl he broke gets to disappear for good, or whether she's about to become something no rejection can ever touch again.

I was rejected by my fated mate in front of our entire pack — the daughter of a disgraced Alpha, discarded like a debt he refused to pay. So I did what he never expected: I disappeared into the human world and let it swallow me whole.One reckless night in a city that doesn't ask names, I let a stranger in a wolf mask make me forget. By morning he was gone. Three months later, I found out he'd left more than a memory behind.I never planned on seeing him again — until my dead father's oldest debt dragged me straight into the arms of Damian Voss: billionaire, Don of a crime family that isn't entirely human, and the last man on earth I should recognize by touch alone.He doesn't know I'm the woman from that night. I don't know how long I can hide it. And somewhere behind us both, the mate who rejected me is about to learn exactly what he threw away — right before I burn his empire to the ground.

I gave the stranger in the dark hotel bar one night, and my name — not my real one. I never gave him my heart, and I told myself I never would, because three weeks later I found the photograph that told me exactly who he was: Constantine Drăgulescu, the man whose family destroyed mine, the man I'd sworn on my brother's grave to ruin.I disappeared before he ever learned my face. I built a new life, a new name, and I raised our daughter alone in the quiet corners of a city he didn't own — yet.Four years later, he finds me. Not out of love. Out of leverage. He needs an heir the underworld will believe is legitimate, and I need access to the one man who can finally tell me the truth about what happened to my brother. So I say yes to his ring, yes to his name, yes to the war of silence between us — and I promise myself that somewhere between his enemies and his bed, I will get my revenge.The only problem is that revenge was never supposed to feel like this.