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

Looking up, Damian's gaze locked on Eve, mirroring her shock as he blurted out, "It's… it's an aphrodisiac."

Damian's words caused Evelina to blink in surprise. "An aphrodisiac?" She asked in a breathy, disbelieving voice. "Why would someone—what are we supposed to do to stop this?"

Damian's jaw clenched, his fists curling at his sides as he fought to maintain control. The room seemed to shrink, and the heat between them was overwhelming. "A bath," he said finally in a tight voice. "Maybe cold water will help."

Without another word, they both moved toward the bathroom at the same time.

Their arms brushed, and the contact sent an electric current shooting through Evelina. She bit her lip, fighting the urge to lean into him.

"G-Go… uhn you, go ahead," she said, gesturing toward the bathroom. "It's your room."

"Ladies first," Damian countered, his silver eyes gleaming with an intensity that made her stomach twist.

The Aphrodisiac...