I Married the Dying Wolf Who Died for Me Twice

Victoria lived to seventy-five. Only as she lay dying did she grasp that her agonizing marriage in her first life had been nothing but a cruel farce. When she blinked awake again, she was sixteen, returned to the Blood Moon Banquet.This lifetime, she rejected the tyrant Alpha’s forced political union, resolutely choosing the sickly Lycan lingering alone in the shadowed corner. She believed she had finally broken free from her predetermined fate. What she never knew was that this man who labored