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?

The Enigma's Shadow and the Unwanted Audience


My voice failed, a pathetic, strangled sound caught in my throat. My mind was screaming an entire thesaurus of forbidden words, but all that escaped my lips was a desperate, primal stutter. I was vibrating, my body taut with a pleasure-pain that was utterly consuming. My hips arched unconsciously against the edge of the cold ironing board, seeking the relief Val had so ruthlessly withheld—and then, so ruthlessly delivered.


"You couldn't possibly say what you really want, could you, Peach?" Val's breath was hot against my ear. His scent—a thick, intoxicating mix of cedar, ozone, and pure, dominant Enigma—was smothering every rational thought. He was playing a dangerous game, testing the limits of my control and his own monstrous possessiveness.


Chapter 44 - The Enigma's Shadow and the Unwanted Audience