In one life, he died unloved. In this one, he’s reborn as a disgrace. But fate doesn’t just give second chances—it gives power.

Lucid Colossi spent his entire life on a hospital bed—abandoned, dying, forgotten. He never knew love, only needles and pity. But when death finally came, something went wrong—or maybe, terribly right.

He wakes up in the body of Hazel Vernon, a sickly alpha female in a world where alphas are meant to be male, and females like her are seen as biological failures. Betrayed by her family, discarded by society, and rejected by all four of her soulmates, Hazel’s fate seems even crueler than Lucid’s.

Until she crashes into a secret so forbidden it’s nearly a myth: The Enigma—a being with no shadow, no heartbeat, and no place in the alpha-beta-omega system.

His name is Val Earnhardt. Cold. Untouchable. Unmated.

Until her.

One bite from him turns her world upside down.

One night with him seals her fate.

Now, Hazel is no longer the disgrace of the Vernon family. She’s the wife of the most dangerous man alive, shielded by the powerful Earnhardt bloodline, kissed by wealth, obsessed over by a husband who sees her as his one true salvation.

But old enemies want her dead. Former soulmates want her back. And the world isn’t ready to watch an alpha female rise—pregnant, powerful, and mated to a man who isn’t even human.

What happens when the girl everyone threw away becomes the most dangerous woman in the room?

​I walked out of the bustling cafe, the scent of fresh coffee still clinging to my clothes, and noticed a familiar, sleek black car parked by the side of the street.


 My heart skipped a beat as I recognized the vehicle. It was Val's.


​Hesitantly, I scurried closer, my hand clutching the signed documents tightly to my chest. I knocked on the car's tinted glass, my knuckles tapping a hesitant rhythm. The door clicked open, and I slowly slid into the passenger seat, my senses immediately assaulted by the sweet, intoxicating scent of fresh flowers. The entire car was covered with a blanket of rose petals, red flowers that smelled so great.


​I looked at him, my mind a jumble of confusion. Was he waiting for someone? The real girl he liked? Was I just happening to pass by and ruin the mood, like a hapless heroine in one of those melodramatic soap operas of them catching their scrumbag husband proposing to his new mistress?


Chapter 39 - A Birthday Surprise