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's heart raced as she stepped deeper into Damian's chambers, the dim light casting long shadows across the spacious room. The idea of sharing a bed with Damian felt surreal, and her mind buzzed with a mix of nerves and excitement.

I should have said no to his challenge, but… trust me not to back down from one.

She deliberately avoided looking at the pile of discarded clothing near the corner, but Damian caught her wandering eyes.

"I see you're already admiring the room," he teased lightly with a playful edge.

Evelina snorted, folding her arms as she turned to face him. "More like questioning your sense of cleanliness, Prince Damian. What's with the mess? Do you just leave clothes everywhere?"

Damian shrugged nonchalantly. "Why not? I have maids for that."

"Well, I'm not one of them," Eve shot back with mock authority. "So pick them up. They're an eyesore."

Messing with Her...