Myne_17

I died in an explosion—a betrayal engineered by the man I trusted most.

But instead of the end, I woke up in a new body. A noblewoman’s body. Evelina, disgraced and hated, accused of poisoning the Crown Prince of a kingdom where werewolves rule the land. 

And worse? 

The man whose life I supposedly tried to end is now my fated mate.

Damian, the Crown Prince, is as cold as the moonlight that binds us, his piercing silver eyes filled with distrust every time they land on me. He doesn’t believe my innocence, and frankly, I don’t care. 

My only priority is survival in this dangerous, medieval world—and figuring out why fate decided to shove me into the life of a traitor.

But the longer I’m near Damian, the harder it is to ignore the pull between us—the undeniable heat of the mate bond that makes his touch electric and his presence intoxicating.

Enemies lurk in the shadows, including the woman who thinks she should be his Luna. Court intrigue spirals out of control, and the person behind Evelina’s betrayal might be closer than I realize.

Damian’s trust is my only shield, but when the truth of my transmigration comes to light, I’m not sure even that will be enough to save me.

Because in this world, it’s not love that conquers all—it’s power. And mine might not be enough.

Transmigrated as the Crown Prince's Mate

Evelina woke slowly, the sensation of soft sheets beneath her and the faint scent of sandalwood in the air grounding her as she opened her eyes.

Blinking against the dim light filtering through the heavy curtains, she pushed herself up slightly, taking in her surroundings.

"Great," she muttered, running a hand through her tangled hair. "Just where I didn't want to wake up."

Relia's voice chimed in. "You're alive, aren't you? That's more than I expected after your little stunt."

Evelina groaned internally. "Not now, Relia."

"Oh, yes now," her wolf retorted. "Do you have any idea how close you came to dying? Again? Maybe this time, if the moon goddess is in a happy mood, you'll awaken in the body of an ant."

Evelina swung her legs over the edge of the bed, rubbing her temples as the events of the kitchen came rushing back. "I had to try," she whispered aloud.

Another Execution...