A Curse of Shadows Deluxe Edition

Everything I know is a lie.

For twenty-five years, I believed there wasn’t much to my mundane life. Then, the unimaginable happens, landing me in a world that shouldn’t be real, yet feels oddly familiar.

A father I didn’t know existed is dying and only their king can save him. Except he’s refusing to do so unless I make good on the contract I supposedly signed…five hundred years ago.

King Asher is beloved by his people, too attractive for his own good, and…a wolf god. He calls me his mate and his future queen, but I’m neither of those things. I’m just a human who was in the wrong place, at the wrong time.

I’m not the lost wolf princess.

At least that’s what I tell myself until my memories start to return. I want to believe this is nothing more than a dream, but the longer I’m in Lunara, the more I realize…

My reincarnation didn’t just happen to go wrong. I was murdered, cursed to forever be reborn on Earth.

Now I need to figure out who’s responsible before it happens again and try not to lose my heart along the way.

The road begins to incline, and we pass under a stone arch that leads into the lowest level of the castle. Inside the tall, grey brick walls stand two guards wearing the same midnight-colored garb as Cain, but they’re also covered in silver armor. Though they hold no weapons. Weird.
The moment they see us, both men drop to a knee and murmur my name. “Princess Isobella.”
Well, my dream name.
I don’t reply, half because I’m still confused about what’s happening and because another set of wooden doors I couldn’t see before start to open without anyone touching them.
What kind of drugs is my imagination on?
“Where is she?” a man’s deep voice booms, echoing from all directions.
My head turns left, then right, but I don’t see anything or anyone.
Cain bends to his knee and I start to do the same, not wanting to offend anyone, but he whispers, “You should bow when King Asher appears, not kneel, Your Highness.”
This princess thing is sounding a little better.
I attempt to do as Cain suggests, but my posture remains unyieldingly straight and my hands are clasped before me, a show of strength that I’m not certain I possess. Though it’s a position that innately feels appropriate for the situation.
From the lurking shadows, a pair of sapphire eyes start to materialize until a tower of intimidation steps out from the darkness. His shoulders broad and tense, a man I assume to be King Asher appears before us—though, he’s younger than I expected, maybe just a few years older than me—clothed in regal blues accented with silver threads.
The moment our gazes clash, my stomach churns, likely reading more into his stare than I should. One that feels like a storm of emotions directed right at me—disdain and annoyance, briefly replaced by something softer I can’t identify before going blank.
He stops several paces away, his darkening eyes raking over me and confirming my previous thought.
“Isobella.” He says my…name without addressing me as ‘princess,’ but more importantly with a layer of awe. Except the comfort of his tone doesn’t match the unease in his face as he appraises me with a glare, or the fact that his singularly spoken word makes my skin pebble.
Though that doesn’t stop me from giving him the same treatment. I take in his impressive height, the smattering of dark hair covering his cheeks and tight jawline along with the disheveled strands atop his head. I drag my stare over his broad chest, down to his thick thighs that are hidden by loose, black pants before I force my eyes back to his face.
“Asher.” His name falls easily from my lips as I smirk at his glowering presence.
What is wrong with me?
“It is you.” His eyes narrow and he tenses, crossing his arms. “How nice of you to return home after all this time.”
I tell myself to keep quiet, that commenting on his rudeness will get me nowhere. Yet unsurprisingly, my mouth seems to have other plans.
“How nice of you to think you can come charging out here and act as if I’ve done something wrong when I’ve never even met you.” I stand taller, my chin out, and let my arms fall loose at my sides.
My retort seems to shatter some of his hard edges instead of infuriating him, and I breathe a little easier. After being treated like trash and expected to be grateful for whatever scraps I received throughout my childhood, I made a vow the moment I was able to take charge of my own life. One that meant I wouldn’t put up with being spoken to like I’m nothing ever again. Apparently, that’s carrying through even in my dreams.
Cain rises from his bowed position. “King Asher, I didn’t get a chance to tell you before, but it seems Princess Isobella does not recall her time here.”
“Five hundred years is a long time, but that’s impossible,” he says, staying only slightly calmer than before. “Maybe some sleep will fix her…mind. Cain, take her to her room.” He glances at me once more. “I’ll speak with you in the morning.”
As the imposing—not at all sexy—king casually turns around and walks away, my terror returns.
Did he just say ‘five hundred years’ and send me to my room like I’m some sort of child?
What the hell is this guy talking about? Not only does he sound crazy, but his gravelly voice makes me envision a prison cell, not a swath of comfort. My hands start to shake and the tension filling my body makes it hard to do anything other than watch the arrogant king disappear into the shadows, even when Cain lightly touches my shoulder.
“I’ll show you the way, Princess Isobella,” he says as the other two guards go back to their sentries.
I can’t move. I’m frozen in place as my mind races. Where the hell am I and why does everyone think they know me, but not a single face is familiar? Worse, why does all of this feel so damn real?
There’s pressure in my chest as my mind fights to insist on this being a dream and my head begins to pound the second I ask myself, What if I was wrong in my assumption before?
I’d been in my car. There shouldn’t have been any way that I went from driving across a bridge to appearing in a cave guarded by a man telling me I’m a lost princess.
Yet with Cain still staring at me, waiting for me to unfreeze from my current position, the world around me is too vivid to deny. The rough texture of the stone wall beside me, the crunch of the pebbles beneath my heeled shoes, the moons shining down on us from above. Hell, even my emotions are heightened, as if I can feel everything, including the pulsing of the energy from the earth around me.
The cool night air, the racing of my heart, the warmth of the stranger’s comforting touch, the contempt from the king. Each one pierces through my skin, making me question my sanity.
“I want to go home,” I say, my voice barely audible.
“You are home, Your Highness.”
I finally look at Cain again and his green eyes plead with me to understand, but I don’t know how I’m supposed to do that.