Diana never meant to be bound to a forbidden world, where betrayal and blood occured. Yet the Alpha's eyes locked in with hers, every rule shattered. The pack denies her. It calls her fragile, untrustworthy, she surely can't be the chosen luna. She was human, and he was Alpha. Fate should have never chosen them to be together. Yet under the moon's cold light, destiny pauses another rule. But despite the conflict, this is whom he chose. "Mine!" he screams. And his touch on her bare skin was fire. The wrath of the pack still overwhelms her. The dark secrets as if to almost drift them apart. How every kiss feels like betrayal, and betrayal that evokes war. Will she stay strong to prove that maybe this wasn't a mistake, it wasn't just fate, that indeed she was the chosen mate for the Alpha?