Seraphelki

I never asked to be a part of werewolf society - or this world.
Every day that passes, the mating bond between my protector and I threatens to occur, once and for all. To consume me entirely... and lock my path with this world on the brink, even when I still think of home.
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One minute I was Citra Lomdi - a Princess to a kingdom of silk and secrets in a whole other place. There, I was a *magnificent* Fox shifter... maneuvering in the gilded cage that was my life. The next thing I knew...

I was trapped in the body of a she-werewolf being rejected by her mate. A man that wanted the original owner, Helene Duskpaw, to accept the rejection of the mate bond so badly that he'd be easily convinced to kill me. He did *almost* seem to be trying!
But my problems didn't end there.

An 'Apocalypse System' has chosen me and a countdown timer reminds me whenever I look that fate can be measured. That there might be a point to my arrival here.
A fierce & brilliant CEO of a supernatural society tech empire has their sights on me, too. The Alpha of the Rimecoat Pack that is quite annoyingly... as sexy as she is powerful.
This Kyrie Voss also seems to believe she is my fated mate. Silly wolf superstitions. Whether that is true or not, isn't really important!

I'm caught in between a cold-snap future and a hot-love pursuit... but I am Citra Lomdi and I will not be tamed. Not by the wolf within me I share this body with, the rogues that see me unmarked, or the Alpha that can set my blood on fire with her amazing restraint.

The only problem is:
Helene was pregnant before she died. So now, I am too.

Coldsnap: The Billionaire Alpha's Fated Pregnant Princess (GL)

The woman behind the counter nodded and began tapping at what some might consider an ancient-looking computer. But it's probably not much older than this body or at least the years I'd lived in my world - and that just kind of irks me.

"I'll need a payment card and some ID."

I quickly began to hand over Kyrie's white plastic lifeline, but faltered at the request for identification. This really is a problem I need to deal with somehow.

The woman looked up and I could catch her expression shifting from business friendly to privately wary. A kind of look that suggested there was a story there.

Chapter 88 - Resourceful Mouth & Mind