I am the sacrifice. Every wolf that had no hope of having a mate was always sacrificed during the crowning of the Alpha of the pack. And, I was sacrificed to Alpha Damon, the new Alpha to Moon Walker Pack and my step brother. I was never to be touched by any man again. I was to sacrifice my body to the moon goddess. And, no man was allowed to touch me. The punishment for which was death. However, when romance brews between Alpha Damon and I, were we going to face the consequence of death just to prove our love for each other?

The sound of glasses clinking, mute conversations, and occasional bursts of laughter filled the bar like background music. The scent of alcohol hung thick in the air, something I was long used to, but it still managed to sting my nose every time. I moved briskly behind the bar, sliding a drink down the polished counter with a practiced hand, offering a quick, polite nod to the customer who winked at me in response. I didn’t return the flirtation. There were three men and two women. Something about them pulled at me. I’d served countless groups in this place, some friendly, some dangerous, many forgettable, but this group wouldn’t leave my head. Especially not the one sitting in the center of the booth, tall with a lean build, his aura was silent but commanding. I had given in to my curiosity earlier and done a quick check, nothing official, just a little sniff through connections I kept quietly in my pocket. The women were Lily and Alima. The two men on either side were Harry and Reynold. Wolf shifters. I hated wolf shifters. With every fiber of my being. Maybe that was why I couldn’t stop looking. Maybe I was on edge, waiting for one of them to cause trouble as usual. Electric and familiar. I didn’t need to turn. I knew who it was. His energy was different from anyone else’s, it was low and steady. “You don’t belong here,” he said. His voice was deep, quiet and rough and it sent a ripple down my spine, both as a warning and a pull. I stood slowly, still holding the broom. I turned, meeting his eyes head-on, this time refusing to let myself be intimidated. “I could say the same to you,” I replied flatly. Austin didn’t smile. But something flickered in his expression. Amusement. Or maybe interest. “You’re not just a barmaid.” “And you’re not just a wolf,” I shot back. The tension that hung between us was thick and strange. He tilted his head, studying me with unnerving focus. “Be careful tonight.” It wasn’t a threat. It wasn’t even subtle. It was a warning. Before I could demand an explanation, he turned and walked away, his pack falling in line behind him like shadows. I stood frozen for a few moments, staring at the empty doorway where he’d disappeared. My heart pounded for reasons I didn’t understand. That was concern in his voice. Or... something very close to it.

Aya Johnson, an omega not only gets rejected by her mate right on their wedding altar but her mate also chooses her stepsister as his mate. Devastated, Aya runs away from the wedding in humiliation, but her step sister comes after her and kills her. Just when Aya thought it was all over, she wakes up to find herself in the body of Marie-Anne Rose Crown, the only daughter of the most powerful Alpha and also the betrothed luna of the ruthless Lycan King, Asher King. What will Aya do with her new identity, especially when Marie-Anne's life is not as perfect as others see it and she has more enemies than anyone else? Will Aya successfully keep her identity a secret or will she get discovered by the lycan king that everyone fears? What if Aya's life is more intertwined with Marie-Anne's than she thought?