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

Relia hummed. "Come on. He wants you to be his. Let's show him we're ready to be his too."

As the tension grew and the air became warm, he started to lose his self-control, while her desire intensified. They could hardly bear the moment—

She let the straps slip down from her shoulders, pulled the bra away, and tossed it to the side.

Leaving her upper body completely bare to his hungry, lust-filled eyes.

A low, animalistic growl escaped his lips.

Her chest rose and fell rapidly, and her nipples hardened.

Damian licked his lips, his eyes flicking up to meet hers.

A dangerous, predatory look flashed in his silver gaze. And then, with a low, guttural groan, he closed the little distance between them, lleaned down and took one nipple into his mouth.

Evelina cried out, arching into his touch, her fingers tangling in his hair.

Stop Teasing Me...