At my Luna ceremony, Alpha Damien rejected me in front of hundreds: "Emma Clarke, you're too weak to be my Luna." The mate bond shattered. The entire pack witnessed my humiliation. Even my own father sided with him, calling me a "burden." But when silver light erupted from my body, everyone froze in shock. I'm not an Omega. I'm the prophesied Silver Queen—the first Royal Lycan in three hundred years. And the one who found me? The Lycan King himself, Marcus Blackwood. His gaze burned with possession, danger, and promise: "You're mine now, little wolf. And that Alpha who rejected you? He'll be on his knees begging for your forgiveness soon enough." Damien thought abandoning me would make him stronger. He was wrong. Because when I rise as the Silver Queen, every wolf in existence will bow—including the ex-mate who now regrets everything. They called me weak. They'll learn I was never weak—just waiting to burn them all.