Dumped by three werewolf mates for a fake "saint"? I didn't cry. I married the most terrifying Tideborn Alpha instead. Three years ago, my mates discarded me, calling me a "spoiled brat" while ignoring the blood I shed for them. So, I walked away. Today, I return to the pack wearing the Sea King’s glowing mate mark, holding our powerful half-siren son. Seeing the scars they caused, my exes drop to their knees, sobbing and begging for a second chance. Too late. The girl you broke is now the Queen of the Sea. Grovel all you want—I'm never looking back.
