Reborn As The Lycan Kings Surrogate.

"You were useful," he said, driving the blade between my ribs. "But you were never going to be enough." I died with his face above me, with the bitter taste of betrayal on my lips. I had sacrificed my magic, my soul, and my entire coven for Michael, only to be slaughtered like an animal so he could rule with another woman. But death was not the end. I opened my eyes in a stranger's body. Octavia. A weak, fragile omega sold to the Crimson Fang Kingdom. My purpose? To be a surrogate breeder for the Cursed Lycan King. They say King Alaric is a monster. They say a demon lives inside him, eating him alive, and that he tears women apart with his bare hands. I expected a beast. But when the iron gates of the throne room groaned open, I didn't see a monster. I saw a man fighting a losing battle against the darkness. And worse... the ancient demon inside him looked through his golden eyes and recognized me. "You," the demon hissed, its voice shaking the palace walls. "You dare return to me wearing stolen flesh?" I should have run. But I have already died once. Now, I have nothing left to lose.