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

"We're having breakfast with the King and the rest of the royal family. Try to be on your best behaviour."

Evelina blinked, her frustration momentarily giving way to shock. "The King? Your family? Why didn't you mention this earlier?"

"I didn't think it was relevant," Damian said with a shrug, though his tone carried a hint of annoyance. "You are my mate after all. Consider this your introduction."

"Introduction?" Evelina repeated incredulously. "To what? Awkward silences and judgmental glares?"

Damian's lips quirked into a faint smirk, but his eyes remained guarded. "To royal life. And trust me, the silences are the least of your worries."

Evelina wanted to argue, but Damian's firm tone and the icy look he gave stopped her. Instead, she sighed, falling into step beside him as they continued down the hall.

Breakfast with the King and the royal family? The mere thought sent a chill down her spine, and Damian's icy demeanor wasn't helping.

Breakfast with The Royals...