Rejected by the Alpha Heir, Claimed by the Lycan Regent

My husband spiked my spiced wine with a heat-inducing aphrodisiac during the castle's annual banquet.

He lured the supreme Lycan Regent into my bedchamber, knowing the drug would trigger a mutual rut.

His plan was to break down the door at dawn with the city council and catch us in bed.

In my past life, when the heavy oak doors splintered open, I curled into a ball beneath the sheets, sobbing for mercy.

He used my ruined honor to extort my family's massive trade caravans and force the Regent to sign his Alpha succession decree.