The Alpha Tamed by a Femme Fatale
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"You dare kill your own fated Mate—you'll die too!"
The instant the silver knife went in, his pupils shrank. Her answer was to drag him down with her into the freezing depths of the lake.
Three months ago, Serena was the happiest woman in the world. Her husband Miles was gentle and caring, never looking down on her half-human blood. But that glass of heartvine-laced wine at their wedding became the beginning of a nightmare—he delivered her into the Alpha's bedroom with his own hands, all for a chance at promotion.
Her mother driven to death, the entire Pack spitting on her, "BITCH" sprayed across her car—and her husband smiling as he said: "What else is a half-blood good for?"
So she raised the silver knife.
But death wasn't the ending. When she opened her eyes again—her neck was clean, no bite mark, the calendar frozen on the very night it all began. The Alpha's Mating Ball.
Reborn, her eyes were cold as the water at the bottom of a lake.
This time, she would no longer be the drugged prey pushed into that room. She would smile—sweet and obedient—while sending every single person who hurt her and her mother straight to their graves.
And Dominic, the Alpha who once called another woman's name, was seduced by her on purpose this time. He saw through her performance—yet chose to indulge it. Like watching a piece of prey walk knowingly into a trap.
But when their fates truly tangle together—will she still remember she came for revenge?
The instant the silver knife went in, his pupils shrank. Her answer was to drag him down with her into the freezing depths of the lake.
Three months ago, Serena was the happiest woman in the world. Her husband Miles was gentle and caring, never looking down on her half-human blood. But that glass of heartvine-laced wine at their wedding became the beginning of a nightmare—he delivered her into the Alpha's bedroom with his own hands, all for a chance at promotion.
Her mother driven to death, the entire Pack spitting on her, "BITCH" sprayed across her car—and her husband smiling as he said: "What else is a half-blood good for?"
So she raised the silver knife.
But death wasn't the ending. When she opened her eyes again—her neck was clean, no bite mark, the calendar frozen on the very night it all began. The Alpha's Mating Ball.
Reborn, her eyes were cold as the water at the bottom of a lake.
This time, she would no longer be the drugged prey pushed into that room. She would smile—sweet and obedient—while sending every single person who hurt her and her mother straight to their graves.
And Dominic, the Alpha who once called another woman's name, was seduced by her on purpose this time. He saw through her performance—yet chose to indulge it. Like watching a piece of prey walk knowingly into a trap.
But when their fates truly tangle together—will she still remember she came for revenge?

















































