The Cursed She-wolf

"I killed my first mate and met the second.
"Did you sleep well, little girl?" he asks.
"Who are you? Why am I here?" Feeling a sudden pang of fear, I add, "... Where’s my mate?"
"You came running and attacked me at night, and since you seemed injured and couldn't control your wolf-shape, I defended myself until I managed to knock you out without causing further harm. And you gave me a nice scratch in the process, worth mentioning," he continues, "And was it your mate who attacked you?"
Apprehensively, I repeat the head nod.
He lets out a grunt. "You had bad luck in choosing your mate."
"I didn't choose him. The moon Goddness picked him for me. Don't you see I'm cursed? I'm the child of two Lycans." It feels like the world's weight has crashed down on my shoulders. "Because of it, I've lived as an outcast in Agares my whole life."
Something changes in his expression. His eyes take on a feral gleam. "Agares?"
"Yes."
He snarls the words without looking at me. "That explains a lot...I’m Darius Montarac, Lycan King of Norden, and the Moon Goddess long ago decreed that every she-wolf born from two Lycans should be brought to my kingdom, for one of them would be my Luna."
Alina was a cursed she-wolf who could transform into a large wolf, triggered only by rage and pain.
On her wedding night, her mate tried to reveal his malevolent intentions, but Alina lost control and killed him. When she regained consciousness, she found herself naked, covered only by a man's shirt.
This shirt had belonged to a lycan who had been lurking on the border of Agares in search of his Fated Luna. He had claimed that a girl born of two lycans should be his mate.
A scent she couldn't quite describe had wafted over to her.
As their paths collide, Alina must face a chilling question: is he her second chance… or the final piece in a prophecy that could destroy her?