Pinned to an operating table by her scumbag fiancé, ready to have her heart's blood drained to save his sweet, fake-innocent first love? With ten years of memories burning in her mind, Leah is thrown back to two hours before her death. She kicks the nurse flying and presses a pair of sharp surgical scissors against his carotid artery. "You want my blood? Not in this lifetime!" She tears up the engagement on the spot, kicks the scumbag to the curb, and — armed with a head full of business secrets from her past life — goes knocking on the door of the one man her ex fears more than anything: the tyrannical Alpha warlord who rules the West District. She opens with a high-grade crystal mine worth billions, then flips the table by exposing a three-hundred-billion hole in her ex's family's cooked books. Trading on insider knowledge, she plays the game with nothing but information and walks away with everything — each move lethal, stripping the scumbag of every asset he ever bragged about. And when her arrogant ex-fiancé has lost it all — kneeling in the rain, sobbing, begging her to come back — The untouchable overlord of the West District arrives with his wolf pack at his back. He pulls Leah into his arms, possessive and unyielding, murder brewing in those cold eyes: "My woman. You don't even get to look at her."