They fed me poison and called it medicine. They stole my life’s work and called it his. So I rejected my Alpha mate in front of my sister he cheated with… and walked out with nothing but my shattered heart. ‎Then a man in a worn jacket tasted my cooking and offered me the world. ‎What I didn’t know: Marco hasn’t tasted food in a hundred years. Cursed, sealed, and erased by the packs that betrayed him, the Lycan King of Obsidian was condemned to a life of ash… until his fated mate’s cooking touched his tongue. ‎Now my ex-Alpha is crawling back, because the miracle seed I created is dying without me. My sister wants me buried. And the monster who cursed my Lycan has just discovered that a woman with my bloodline still breathes. ‎They should have let me stay weak. ‎