The Wolf I Saved Became My Alpha King

They sent me to Blackmere to die. My family took my name, my title, and every warm thing I owned. The prison gave me hunger, coal dust, and a black wolf bleeding in the snow. I should have left him there. Instead, I fed him. I hid him. I taught him my voice. On the coldest nights, he slept beside me like a shadow with teeth, and I began to believe that saving him might be the only good thing left in my life.
I thought I was saving a beast. I was wrong. The wolf was Lucian Vesper, the lost alpha prince his enemies had chained, starved, and buried. And somehow, after everything they took from him, I was the only thing he remembered. By the time he became a man again, he already knew my voice. By the time he became king, he already belonged to me. Now the court wants to use him. His enemies want to break him.
My family wants me back on my knees. They all think the girl they threw into Blackmere should be grateful to survive. But Lucian remembers the snow. He remembers my hands. He remembers every person who made me bleed. And when the wolf I saved becomes my alpha king, the people who sent me to die will learn that some debts are paid in crowns.