She gave him seven years, a billion-dollar fortune, and an empire. He gave her a frozen dungeon, silver spikes, and a slap for his mistress. Now, the gods themselves are kneeling at her feet.

For seven years, Camilla hid her lethal claws and poured her family's massive iron fortune into saving Blake's bankrupt pack. Her ultimate reward? At the Seven Clan Alliance Banquet, Blake stripped her late mother's sacred golden torque off her neck and handed it to a slum-born maid, sneering, "She has nothing, Camilla! You're a rich heiress?stop being so petty!"

When Blake slapped her to defend his mistress, mocked her mother's memory, and drove twelve bone-corroding silver spikes through her collarbones before tossing her into a freezing dungeon to rot, he told her: "Without me, you're nothing but a broken stray nobody wants!"

He thought she was broken. He was dead wrong.

On his wedding day, Camilla's true divine blood melted the silver. She shattered the iron gates, permanently shredded their seven-year soul bond, snapped his mistress's wrist like a twig, and systematically crushed his trade lines, reducing his arrogant pack to bankrupt slaves overnight.

Now, as wolf-rot and ruin consume him, a weeping Blake crawls through the blizzard like a rabid dog, clawing at her armored war chariot and coughing up blood: "Camilla... please, look at me just once..."

What Blake never knew was that Camilla was never his lovesick stepping stone. Her veins run with the extinct, terrifying blood of the Primordial Wolf God. And the feared Ninth-Rank Lycan Emperor?the absolute ruler who just annexed Blake's entire pack?is currently kneeling at her feet, begging her to take his crown.