Seraphims demand perfection. Anything less than that, and you were an outcast. When it counted the most, my magic failed me. My mating ceremony was the last chance to redeem myself for my family; of course, I couldnt even get that right.

Rejected.

Thats what I was—rejected by my Fated Mate, the one who was supposed to love and accept me. Now, I must attend RISE Academy to reform myself into the perfection my mate wants me to be. I didnt have high hopes, but I am who I am and should be accepted for that. Just maybe that would be enough for the Divine to grant me a second chance, mate.

Turns out Im not even who I thought I was. Revenge would be mine, and the heavens couldnt hide their greatest slight against the angel race.