The Forsaken Luna's Rise To The Crown

From the back cover

I was the beloved daughter of the Stonecrest Pack's Alpha, deeply in love with my destined mate, Everet.

But in the freezing snowy forest, the man who had sworn to protect me shot a silver arrow straight through my chest.

As I choked on my own blood, he looked at me not with concern, but with the detached appraisal of a butcher examining meat.

"You and your precious pack are a gift," he smiled coldly. "My offering to Prince Damien."

Because of my naive trust, my father was framed and executed, my loyal pack was slaughtered, and my reputation was dragged through the mud.

Everet ruthlessly twisted my wrist, mocking me as a weak 'Trophy Daughter,' before his men fired the final arrow into my heart.

As I fell into the bottomless darkness, my soul burned with agonizing hatred.

Why did the mate I loved become the monster who destroyed my entire world? Why did our trusted royal ally orchestrate our ruin?

I cursed them with my dying breath, swearing that if I had another chance, I would tear their schemes apart.

Opening my eyes again, I wasn't in the afterlife. I was sitting in my childhood bedroom.

I had returned to six years ago, on the very day of the Harvest Moon Gala—the exact night my tragic downfall began.

Looking at my young face in the mirror, a flame of cold hatred ignited in my eyes.

This time, there would be no weak Trophy Daughter. I would make everyone who betrayed my family pay in blood.