She died with silver blades in her flesh and her unborn child ripped from her womb—betrayed by her fated mate and condemned by her own treacherous step-sister. Lisandra Aguiar vowed vengeance as she bled out on the stone. Instead, the universe granted her something far more dangerous: a second chance. Waking up six years in the past on her eighteenth birthday, she possesses the memories, trauma, and cold calculations of a woman who has already lived—and died—through hell. She refuses to play the victim again. Armed with ancient witch-blood inherited from her father and a brutal training regimen designed to cloak her scent from destiny, Lisandra returns to the pack with a singular goal: dismantle Matheus Silva before he can claim her. But Matheus, the arrogant Alpha heir destined to be her tormentor, finds himself unhinged by her sudden, icy defiance. As his obsession morphs into a destructive mania, Lisandra must outmaneuver pack politics, expose her step-sister Yara’s fraudulent lineage, and master forbidden magic. In a world where fated mates are engineered in boardrooms and time demands a heavy toll, Lisandra isn't just rewriting her story—she's burning the entire system to the ground.

Rule Number One at elite St. Jude Academy: Do not cross Enzo Vasconcelos. He’s the ruthless golden boy who made it his personal mission to turn my senior year into a living hell. Arrogant, untouchable, and dangerously addictive. I hated him. Or at least, I did—until a brutal debt forced us into a secret alliance that changed the rules of our war. Suddenly, every stolen glance is a trap. Every whispered threat in the dark feels like a promise. And when he pins me against the locker room wall and kisses me with bruising, suffocating desperation, my carefully built walls completely shatter. Except the morning after, Enzo looks at me like I’m a disease he needs to cure. He sneers, denies it ever meant a thing, and reminds me of his billionaire bloodline and my place beneath him. He thinks he can break me. He thinks I’ll crawl back. He’s wrong. I’m done running, and I’m done hiding. If Enzo Vasconcelos wants to play dirty, I’ll burn his entire kingdom to the ground—starting with the boy who thinks he owns my heart. Let the games begin.