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)

A/N: Lovely readers, please enjoy this teaser of what Helene could be up to! (But skipping these next two is fine, nothing will be 'need to know' for Citra+Kyrie!~)

The first thing I became aware of was the smell of 'sandalwood' hanging heavy on cool night air. How I knew what this scent was called and why I'm thinking in this non-English language… barely registers.

The second important thought was how a deep, resonant chanting recognized as the 'priesthood' tongue is occuring in a whole different language that the borrowed memories in my head can understand and translate.

| Let the tainted soul be cleansed. By consumption and rebirth, let justice flow through the sacred coils of Natural Eternity and detangle the cosmic skein… |

Chapter 124 - [H] The Princess Who-Was-Wolf And The Al-Mi'raj, Part 1