I watched them cry at my funeral—the family who threw me off a rooftop. Two months ago, the Kingsleys called me their long-lost daughter. Then Scarlett, the girl who stole my place, whispered one word to the wrong person, and I died on the concrete while they called it an accident. But death wasn't the end. As my SOUL drifted above the memorial hall, the doors slammed open—and Lorian Stormveil walked in. The Alpha King of the Northern Territory. The most powerful wolf in the north, a man who bows to no one. He pressed his hand to my cold cheek and let a single tear fall. "She's not dead," he told the silent hall. "She's just sleeping." He was my FATED MATE. The bond had led him to me a year ago—and a wolfsbane curse in his blood had made him push me away to keep me safe. Now that bond was breaking apart inside his chest, killing him one drop of blood at a time, and he carried my body out to die beside me on the lake. Then the Moon Goddess opened her eyes. I woke gasping at the Kingsley packhouse—two months in the past. The night everything shattered the first time. Only now I know every lie Scarlett will tell, every trap she'll spring, and the SECRET my grandfather buried to keep me alive. This time, I won't kneel. I won't beg. And the curse eating my Alpha alive? I'm the only one who can break it. They took my life once. Do they have any idea what a dead girl who came back is willing to burn to the ground?