She was known as Ruin. A name whispered by all in Lycaria Kingdom. Every Pack. No one knew her face. Only that wherever she appeared, blood followed. Her final mission was simple - destroy the BloodMoon Pack. But Fate does not care about missions. When she wakes up in the enemy territory, injured, exposed and unclaimed. Lyssandra knows one thing: She must finish what she started. Until she sees him. Antonio. The Alpha of BloodMoon Pack. Her mate. “Reject me,” she whispered, voice steady but broken in places she refused to show. His response was instant. “No. You are my mate.” A bitter laugh escaped her throat, sharp like a blade. “I will never accept you” Antonio’s gaze darkened, betraying the hurt he tried to hide “Why?” Her fingers curled, heart tightening against something she refused to name “ Because if the Moon Goddess can be cruel enough to mate me with my family’s murderer…..” Her voice dropped - dangerously calm “….then I will rewrite my own fate.” Her eyes lifted, cold as winter steel “After you die.”