Aria’s wedding night was never meant to be about love. Married off to Kael, the ruthless Alpha of the bloodthirsty Shadowclaw Pack, she steps into his stone castle believing she will be his Luna. Instead, she is thrown into a cold dungeon, branded nothing more than a breeding vessel — a disposable sacrifice for the Blood Moon Ritual in three days’ time. No mate bond. No mercy. Only a death sentence written in wolf law. Despair crushes her as the moonlight seeps through the dungeon bars. That is when she sees her grandmother — the woman her family spent decades hiding, the last heir to the Lunar Witch bloodline. The dream ignites something ancient in her veins. Silver light bleeds from her palms, thrumming with power older than the packs themselves. She is no weak omega. She is the moon’s chosen. And every wolf in this castle will bow to her blood. When the dungeon door creaks open, Kael stands in the shadows, his golden eyes dark and unreadable. He came to inspect his sacrifice. But what he finds might be the one thing even an Alpha cannot tame. He thinks he knows what she is. He has no idea.