After being cursed as the reason behind her mother's death, even as a baby, Rain Rhymestone grows up, hoping to find true love from her mate. To her surprise, she gets rejected by him, just because she's an omega and he settles for her best friend instead. She gets framed for a crime she knows nothing about and ends up killed.   Now, Rain is Rebirthed in the body of a 1000 year old witch and she is ready to revenge her death and deal everything and everyone that ever made herb to feel miserable! Will she risk her identity by going back to the same mate who rejected her once? What happens when she becomes caught up as the prize between a Lycan King, her first love and another man who would go to any lengths to keep her? What does revenge taste like for Rain?

The first time he touched me, I flinched. The second time, I begged for more. I was the omega no one wanted: beaten, starved, and used by the very man the Moon Goddess tied me to. Alpha Ryker was my mate, but he never claimed me with pride. I was his dirty secret—something to toss aside once he was done. He rejected me in silence but refused to let me go. So I ran, desperate to disappear. But fate wasn’t done with me. Instead of death, I found King Maelor Draven—the savage Lycan King. They call him a monster in a crown, a ruler without mercy, feared by every alpha on the continent. He should have ended me. Instead, he looked me in the eye and offered me a choice: stay broken or learn to fight back. He didn’t save me out of pity. He didn’t touch me because some goddess said I was his second chance mate. Instead, he wanted me—and I was crazy to want him too. Not for safety. Not for comfort. But for the way he saw me. The way he made me feel powerful, even when I was still healing. He didn’t ask for my obedience; he demanded my surrender. And I gave it, willingly—because with him, I finally felt like I belonged to myself. Now, I sleep beside a king. I’ve found my voice, my strength, my rage. And when Alpha Ryker comes to drag me back to the chains he thinks I still wear, he’ll realize too late that I’m not the same omega who once trembled beneath him. I’m the woman who will tear his throat out—and smile while doing it.