Betrayed by My Alpha, I Chose the Hidden King

From the back cover

I funded my husband Keaton's rise to power, believing we were building a future together.

Then one night, I found him with his supposedly grieving, widowed sister-in-law on the hood of his car.

The betrayal should have destroyed me.

But what truly broke me was the little girl climbing out of the backseat, rubbing her sleepy eyes, and calling him, "Daddy."

When I confronted him, Keaton called me a jealous, hysterical Omega.

My own mother, the ruthless head of the Beaumont family, didn't ask if I was hurt. She ordered me to endure it.

"You show grace. You forgive. You maintain stability. That is your duty."

If I dared to sever the marriage bond, she would strip me of my title, my fortune, and every protection my name had ever given me.

That night, I had a vision of the future.

I saw myself chained in a dungeon, forced to swallow liquid silver while a pregnant Carolyn smiled down at me. Keaton stood beside her as the new Regent, wearing the power I had bought for him, and told me my family had signed my death warrant willingly.

That was when I finally understood.

I had never been a beloved daughter.

Never a cherished wife.

I was a political asset waiting to be slaughtered.

When I woke with the phantom burn of silver still in my throat, I did not scream. I did not beg. I did not cry.

I signed the order to freeze every dollar of my dowry Keaton had touched.

He thought I was the pawn.

This time, I would be the one writing the death warrants.