Help! The Himbo is the Villainess!

By day, I'm Jesse, the campus lacrosse bro everyone either wants to be or be with. By night, I'm secretly gaming as the heroine of Hearts of Wrynvale, romancing werewolves, brooding fae princes, and alphahole barbarian warlords.

Why? Because it's f*cking fun.

Only my best bro, Lachlan--who acts like he's allergic to women because of his scars while following me around like a giant puppy for some reason--knows my dirty little secret. He's the grumpy, I'm the sunshine.

Then Lachlan literally throws himself in front of a truck to save my life, only he... doesn't.

And I wake up in the worst possible scenario. I'm Princess Jessalynne, the psycho alpha villainess destined for execution at the hands of the heroes once the actual heroine of the story, a perfectly poised omega, inevitably shows up to take the crown.

And shy, self-loathing Lachlan was reborn as a cursed werewolf knight, as if his life wasn't difficult enough already. Oh! And he doesn't have any of his memories. Zero. Zilch. Nada.

Now I'm racing to find Lachlan before he gets killed by an angry mob of villagers and convince him I'm not just the villainess. All while accompanied by Ryleth--the half-blooded fae prince who’s fated to murder me--and Vaeris, the barbarian warlord I should have woken up as.

The angry, fuzzy little angel-cat-thing trying to drag my ass back to heaven says it's impossible, but I'm still gonna cling to the hope that maybe we can switch back before the real Princess Jessalynne "romances" every guy in my frat with my body.

But my... well... lack of poise isn't the only thing about the new Princess Jessalynne that's different.

The real Princess Jessalynne isn’t supposed to go into heat.