His Defiant Luna: The Alpha Prince's Secret Healer

“The first thing I felt was a splitting headache as mocking maids shoved me into a heavy wedding dress. Then, the memories of this body flooded in. My stepmother had forced a drugged drink down my throat, my stepsister had slashed my face to the bone with a silver comb, and my fiancé, Prince Alaric, had his men beat me. They had planned a cruel spectacle. They dragged me to the altar to be a mad, disfigured bride, ruining my own wedding so my "kind" stepsister could step in and save the day. Under the crystal chandeliers, the entire royal court gasped at my gruesome scars. Alaric looked at me with disgust and publicly declared me a wolfless disgrace, completely unfit to be his Luna, while my stepsister stood poised to take my place. They thought they had broken me. They thought I would just accept my fate as a pathetic stepping stone for their perfect ending. They didn't know the original Florence was dead, and the soul now occupying this body was forged in a ruthless future. Instead of crying, I glided to the altar, pulled a silver pin from my hair, and pressed the sharp point directly against Alaric's throat. "I reject you as my mate." Looking at his terrified eyes, I smiled and made a vow to the stunned crowd. "For the humiliation I've suffered today, I will repay it a hundred times over!"”