MY QUEEN MOON
I died. Just like that. No warning, no mercy. An ambush, a grenade, and a handful of traitors blown to pieces along with me. I was the heiress of a mafia clan. Feared. Respected… until my own sister stabbed me (first metaphorically, then literally). And just when I thought being dead was the worst part, I wake up in a historical palace wearing a ridiculous nightgown, surrounded by maids calling me “Your Highness.”
Now I’m Abigaíl, the fourth princess of a crumbling empire, with sisters just as murderous and a plot straight out of a novel I, surprise surprise, read in my past life. Only this time… I’m the main character. One destined to die before becoming what she truly is: a lycanthrope. The problem? If I die, the King of the North — a.k.a. the most feared wolf on the continent and my soulmate — will declare war. Again.
Survive in a medieval world full of hidden daggers, diplomatic balls, and kings with fangs? Sounds messy.
But I’m Luciana Ricci. I was raised among guns, betrayal, and broken codes of honor.
And if this story wants me dead… it's going to have to fight for that ending.
Now I’m Abigaíl, the fourth princess of a crumbling empire, with sisters just as murderous and a plot straight out of a novel I, surprise surprise, read in my past life. Only this time… I’m the main character. One destined to die before becoming what she truly is: a lycanthrope. The problem? If I die, the King of the North — a.k.a. the most feared wolf on the continent and my soulmate — will declare war. Again.
Survive in a medieval world full of hidden daggers, diplomatic balls, and kings with fangs? Sounds messy.
But I’m Luciana Ricci. I was raised among guns, betrayal, and broken codes of honor.
And if this story wants me dead… it's going to have to fight for that ending.