The Amnesiac Slave Was Once His Queen

I fell for a werewolf prince who was sent to my pack as a political hostage.

He was humble and devoted, whispering promises of a life where I was his one and only.

But behind my back, he viewed me―his tribal mate―as his greatest humiliation.

He spent years plotting, eventually climbing to the throne by stepping over the corpses of my entire pack.

He exiled me as a slave, tossing me into the frozen tundra of the North to be broken by the cold.

Heavy iron shackles wore my wrists down to