The Fated Mate of the Ruthless Lycan Prince

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My fated mate, Bradford, gently stroked my cheek and told me it was just for one night. "For us, Clio. For our future." He kissed me, and then he served me up like a piece of meat to Conrad Vanderbilt IV, the most feared Lycan Prince in North America, all to secure a business deal. In my past life, I fought and cried in this monster's bed. But my desperate resistance only earned me a brutal claiming and Bradford's ultimate disgust. Later, when the business deal went sour and I was no longer useful, Bradford stood by and watched coldly. He watched as his new allies drove a silver blade right through my heart. Only as I lay dying did I realize the sickening truth. Underneath his scent of sandalwood, there was the sweet perfume of peaches and cream. He had been sleeping with my sister, Julie, all along, planning my ruin while holding my hand. As my lungs burned and the darkness took over, my heart shattered. How could my fated mate desecrate our sacred bond so ruthlessly, treating me as a disposable pawn just to pave the way for his true love? Then, a gasp. My own. My eyes flew open to the smooth feel of a silk nightgown and skin that was impossibly whole. I was back in the Lycan Prince's bedroom. Back on the night my life was sold. This time, when the terrifying Alpha stepped into the room, I didn't scream. I met his glowing golden eyes with a dead, calm stare. The hunt had begun, but this time, I knew the rules of the game.