Peridot_writes

Transmigrating into a world ruled by supernaturals seemed like a dream come true---until it wasn't.

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Charlotte Winchester, burdened by her family's crushing expectations, has always wanted her mundane life to end. Death came like a wish, but instead of eternal rest, Charlotte found herself transmigrated as Evangeline, the cherished daughter of Crimson Ridge Pack---the rulling family of the werewolf community.

At first, her new life felt like paradise. Immortal and powerful, she had everything she'd ever dreamed of; doting werewolf parents, loyal friends, and a future that promised luxury and adoration. With the looming title of Princess---and the attention of the Future Alpha King---her life seemed perfect.

But perfection rarely lasts.

One impulsive decision---rejecting her fate mate---sets off a chain of events she never could have foreseen. Her second mate isn't a kind-hearted wolf or even a charming elf. He's a demon prince, the ruler of shadows and master of nightmares. Dark, possessive, and utterly dangerous, he drags her into a world of chaos where her very soul is at stake.

What started as a second chance at life quickly turns into a battle for survival. With her past life's memories hidden from her new family and a devil mate who refuses to let her go, Charlotte must navigate the twisted politics of werewolves and demons. 

Heaven can turn into hell in an instant---and Evangeline is about to learn that Paradise always comes at a price.

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Mated To The Demon Prince

Evangeline let out an ear-piercing scream. It was so loud that most demons had to cover their ears when Akasha didn't waste a moment to deliver the first two slashes of the burning whip. One across her left arm which tore through her thick clothes and skin and blood began to drip from it. The second one could be felt on her back, which had the poor girl collapsing on the floor in pain.

She screamed, stressing on all her vocal cords as the burning sensation could be felt down to her spine. The painful sting of torn flesh didn't ease her for a second. Even Vesta howled in uncontrollably pain.

It felt like ten knives were stabbing her badly after being heated with hot coal. Tears pooled out from her eyes along with her bloodied back and arms, and her life kept flashing before her repeatedly.

All this suffering to be accepted by her grandmother.

Whipped