Cursed To Kiss The Ruthless Lycan King

From the back cover

I slapped a witch and was cursed.

"Two years is what you have left," she said, smiling. "Then you die. Unless you kiss the Lycan King. Three times."

*** Earlier, I'd found out my boyfriend was gay. Then, while walking back home with a broken heart, a stranger poured water on my head for no reason at all. And now, I had a countdown to my own death.

I've never wanted a crown. I never even wanted to meet the king, the one who has sent home every woman who has ever tried to catch his eye, but then the royal decree arrived: every eligible daughter in the realm is summoned to the kingdom for the Lycan King's bride selection.

It was my only chance to get close enough to him.

And Xaden, the ruthless king himself, only chooses a woman who treats him well, which would have been easier if I wasn't being nice to him because I need him to kiss me three times before I die.