As a bestselling paranormal romance writer, I've killed off villains, rejected cheating Alphas, and handed out happy endings for years.

Turns out, writing about betrayal is a lot easier than living through it.

I caught my fiancé, Alpha Kael Draven, in bed with my stepsister. They expected tears, screaming, maybe a dramatic slap or two.

I gave them a smile instead.

Nothing bruises a cheating Alpha's ego faster than realizing his mate doesn't care enough to fight over him.

Just when I thought I'd survived the worst day of my life, the most feared Lycan in the country arrived at our pack, and suddenly everyone forgot about the affair and started acting like I was the real problem.

Now my cheating fiancé won't let me out of his sight, my delusional stepsister is determined to steal a title that was never hers, and a dangerous Lycan keeps looking at me like he's been waiting for me his entire life.

The funny thing?

I've written this story before.

Or... at least I thought I had.

Because this one refuses to follow my plot, the characters won't obey me, and I'm beginning to suspect the Moon Goddess never bothered reading my books.

If this is fate's idea of a romance, she seriously needs a better editor.