I died. Just like that. No warning, no mercy. An ambush, a grenade, and a handful of traitors blown to pieces along with me. I was the heiress of a mafia clan. Feared. Respected… until my own sister stabbed me (first metaphorically, then literally). And just when I thought being dead was the worst part, I wake up in a historical palace wearing a ridiculous nightgown, surrounded by maids calling me “Your Highness.”

Now I’m Abigaíl, the fourth princess of a crumbling empire, with sisters just as murderous and a plot straight out of a novel I, surprise surprise, read in my past life. Only this time… I’m the main character. One destined to die before becoming what she truly is: a lycanthrope. The problem? If I die, the King of the North — a.k.a. the most feared wolf on the continent and my soulmate — will declare war. Again.

Survive in a medieval world full of hidden daggers, diplomatic balls, and kings with fangs? Sounds messy.

But I’m Luciana Ricci. I was raised among guns, betrayal, and broken codes of honor.

And if this story wants me dead… it's going to have to fight for that ending.

MY QUEEN MOON

Chapter 30


The northern air was different. Denser. Wilder. More honest. Abigaíl could feel it in every breath she took upon waking. Even though the sun had yet to rise over the mountains, the Wolf Fortress was already buzzing with activity.
Kilian was no longer sleeping beside her when she opened her eyes...

  

The northern air was different. Denser. Wilder. More honest. Abigaíl could feel it in every breath she took upon waking. Even though the sun had yet to rise over the mountains, the Wolf Fortress was already buzzing with activity.

Kilian was no longer sleeping beside her when she opened her eyes...

Chapter 21