My fated mate shoved me into a blazing fire on our mating night. His final words to me were a curse: “This is for Elara! You belong in hell!” In that instant, I knew his ten years of feigned love were just a long, patient plot to avenge me. As the flames consumed me, a figure crashed through the fire, holding me close and whispering my name, “Sera,” his voice shaking. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn. I had returned to the past, to the exact moment my mate, Damien, first fell for his omega lover. This time, I wouldn't interfere. He wanted to break our engagement for her? I'd let him. The very night he called it off, I found the great Alpha King, pushed him onto the sofa, and stared him down. “Honey,” I purred, “how would you like to be my mate?”