Rejected Lycan Queen

She helped him win his crown, and on the night he wore it for the first time, he put it on another woman's head.Seraphine Thorne gave three years of her life to a man who stood at the altar of his own coronation and announced his betrothal to someone else. She felt the exact moment the mate bond shattered. She watched his eyes when he did it, and the worst part was that he knew. He knew what he was destroying. He chose to do it anyway. That night, she walked into the cursed marshlands of the Shadowmere with nothing, and she built herself into something the kingdom should have feared long before it needed her. Now the land is dying. Rivers run backward. Shadow beasts cross the breaking Veil in numbers no army can stop. The crops fail. The children go hungry. And the king who threw her away has come to the only person who can save everything he holds, the woman he rejected, the wolf the prophecy calls the Silverblood Queen. He kneels in the mud at her feet and begs. She has thirty seconds to decide whether the lives of thousands are worth reopening the one wound she has never, in three years, managed to close. Going back means seeing him every day. It means working beside the man who chose his crown over her heart. It means feeling the mate bond pull tighter with every hour in his presence, knowing he feels it too, knowing neither of them can pretend it isn't happening. It means trusting someone who has already proven, in the most devastating way possible, that he is capable of choosing wrong. But the children are dying. And Seraphine has never been very good at looking away from people who need her, even when saving them costs her everything.She survived rejection once. What it costs her to survive the second chance may be something she cannot get back.