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 stared at him, her mind reeling. "You want me to run?"

"Not run," Kyle corrected, stepping closer. "Survive. Live. Thrive, even. Somewhere else—anywhere else. Somewhere Luther's influence can't touch you."

Evelina shook her head in disbelief. "And you think leaving is the answer? Abandoning everything I've worked for, everyone I care about?"

Kyle's eyes softened. "Evelina, I've seen enough of court politics to know how this ends. People like Luther don't play fair, and the council isn't going to suddenly start seeing reason. Staying here… it's like trying to fight a wildfire with a bucket of water."

Her chest tightened at his words, the weight of everything pressing down on her. He wasn't entirely wrong—Luther had already painted her as a villain, and the council seemed more than willing to believe his lies.

"I can't just leave," Evelina said firmly, her voice trembling slightly. "I can't abandon Damian, or Jasper, or—"

Marry Me...