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So what if you're formidable or filthy rich? Don't you dare get cocky with me. I'm Cassian York. I can save your life, and I can end it, too!

She died for love. She returned for revenge. Amaris gave everything she had to the man she thought was her soulmate—her body, her heart, and even her soul. But Max's love was a carefully crafted lie to trap her and steal everything she owned. It was already too late when she discovered his true nature and that he even planned to murder her. She died with his poison buried deep in her veins and his betrayal in her heart. But death wasn't the end. Amaris awakens in the body of Rubyrose, a broken girl in a world of werewolves. Here her murderous ex husband, Max is a ruling Alpha and her treacherous best friend is planning to take her place. In this new form, she is no longer the weak human that Max manipulated. She is a stronger, fiercer woman who is very hungry for power and justice. Their mate bond ignites when she comes face to face with Max at the full moon ceremony, and so does her rage. His rejection is outright and should have destroyed her completely. But before she can strike back, another presence dominates the night. The Supreme Alpha—Kieran. This powerful, and absolutely lethal man is the most feared wolf in their world. The bond that sparks between them is intense and makes her connection to Max feel like a flickering candle next to this roaring inferno. And when their eyes meet, he says one word: Mate, and claims her. Now Amaris must navigate a dangerous game of revenge, desire and politics. Max thinks he has won everything but he has no idea what he truly lost. Some women bend when they break and some are sharpened into weapons. And Amaris is about to show them all exactly which kind of woman she is.

The new intern in the unit had to be chronically incompetent. He handled my mother's post-surgery medication and somehow mixed up the drug. He gave her a potent blood thinner. That night, she died from a hemorrhage after her operation. Before I could even accuse him, the intern had his puppy-dog eyes ready. "I'm sorry, Dr. Benford, but I thought that was the drug you wanted me to mix. Who was I to question my superior's order?" Then the hospital director, who was also my wife, chimed in, "Your mom is the idiot for taking her meds without checking. She brought this on herself." I was so enraged that I had a heart attack, which meant I had to undergo surgery in the same hospital. The intern insisted on redeeming himself and assisted Victoria during the operation. He could not even thread a needle because his hands kept trembling. In the middle of the procedure, this medical fraud removed his mask and wet the end of the surgical thread to force it through. I died in the ICU the next day. The cause was a bacterial infection. As I neared death, I heard the intern whine through tears, "How could I be so careless? If I weren't so clumsy, Dr. Benford would have lived." Victoria gently ruffled his hair. "Don't take it to heart, pumpkin. Everyone knows how risky medical procedures can be. You're just starting out, so don't be so hard on yourself." Because of my wife's efforts, both my mother and I were cremated without any investigation or disciplinary action. You would think that was the end. It wasn't. The next time I opened my eyes, I was back on the day Hugo Spencer first joined our hospital as an intern.

After catching my supposedly frigid wife, Emmy Winslow, aroused by our household robot butler, I swallowed my disgust and sent the machine to a destruction facility. I never expected that decision to cost her life. On the way to chase after the robot, Emmy was involved in a horrific car accident and died at the scene. From that day on, I became notorious in our social circle as the jealous husband who drove his wife to her death. Five years passed. Night after night, I tortured myself by wondering if she would still be alive had I not been so petty over a machine. Until today, while discussing business at a private club, I passed a half-open VIP suite and heard one of Emmy's closest friends teasing her. "Emmy, how much longer are you planning to keep up this fake-death act?" A familiar voice answered, one I could never mistake, that was tinged with indulgence and amusement. "As soon as Corbin Ellery's heart condition is cured. Back then, if Grayson hadn't insisted on sending the butler to the destruction plant, Corbin wouldn't have needed to pretend his system malfunctioned. And I wouldn't have had to fake my death to help him disappear completely." Another friend clicked her tongue. "Still, nobody expected you to go this far. Having Corbin wear a custom synthetic skin suit and pose as a robot butler right under your husband's nose all those years? That's insane." Fake death? Corbin? The blood drained from my face. The woman I had mourned for five years was alive. And the robot that had stirred her desire had never been a robot at all. It was my closest friend. A passing server accidentally slammed into me, sending a tray crashing to the floor. The conversation inside stopped instantly. Emmy turned toward the doorway, and our eyes met.

I died on my birthday, but neither my parents nor my husband noticed. They were too busy pouring all their attention into planning my twin sister, Esme Shaw's, birthday party. While she was surrounded by people helping her pick out a gown, I was tied up and thrown into the basement. With what little strength I had left, I forced my broken fingers to press in the code—9395. It was a signal my husband, Edwin Grant, and I had once agreed on. It was a straightforward way to call for help in the event of danger. I never thought I would actually need it one day. But when I sent it, he didn't believe me. His reply was cold, "Claudia, just because I didn't take you shopping for a new dress, you've decided to put on a show? "You can still wear last year's gown. Stop making trouble. I'll see you at the party later." What he didn't know was that Esme had already shredded that gown into pieces. And what he couldn't imagine was that the moment after he hung up, I was already gone. So, when the celebration began, I never appeared. But when everyone saw the birthday gift I had prepared for Esme ahead of time, the entire room lost its mind.

WARNING ️ RATED 18+ VIOLENCE AND EXPLICIT CONTENT “I killed the Alpha. My mate. My son’s father. And I would do it again if I had to.” ----- My father was a powerful Vampire, my mother a rogue wolf...my blood tainted. Not only was I not fully part of both worlds, I was seen as an abomination. I grew up as an abomination. Hated by both sides. But everything changed when I met Alpha Maverick. He showed me kindness, gave me a home, made me feel like I belonged for the first time in my entire existence. But sometimes the worst monsters... Are the ones who smile first. I survived cruelty. I endured torture. But when he came for my son.... I ended it all.