Selene had lived as a ghost, running from the ashes of her destroyed pack, hunted by those who called her rogue, cursed, unwanted. Eighteen, alone, marked by a scar she never understood — the crescent moon at her throat that burned with a power she could not control. Until the night she crossed into the Black Hollow. Until she met him. The Beast. They said he was more monster than man — a wolf so ancient and cursed that even other alphas feared to speak his name. A creature of nightmares, cloaked in scars and shadow, whose silver eyes promised death. But when his gaze found hers, the bond snapped into place, fierce and undeniable. “You’re mine,” he growled, the sound more wolf than human, more promise than threat. And for the first time, Selene’s wolf rose inside her, answering him, Ours. But the Beast’s claim was just the beginning. Because the crescent mark at Selene’s throat was not a curse — it was a crown. She was no rogue. She was the lost Queen of the Forsaken Bloodline, heir to a power that could save their world — or doom it. And as the alphas gathered to choose a ruler for the warring packs, the Beast who claimed her would soon discover that the frightened girl he cornered in the forest was his fated match… The only one who could tame his darkness. Or unleash it.