I, Silas Vane, future Alpha of the Blood-Moon Pack, hereby reject you. You are nothing to me but a defect. A runt. Trash."​To the Blood-Moon Pack, Elara Vance was a mistake of nature. A wolf-less omega who couldn’t shift, she was a stain on her father’s reputation and a liability to her fated mate. On the night she expected to be executed, Silas didn't just break her heart. He traded her like a piece of livestock to settle a territory debt.​The buyer? Malachi Blackwood. The "Shadow-Stalker." A man whose very name makes Alphas tremble. He is a monster cloaked in charcoal silk, cursed with a rot that eats his soul, ruling a kingdom where the sun never touches the floor.​Everyone expected Elara to die within a week in the obsidian halls of Blackwood Manor. They expected her to be consumed by the darkness.​They were wrong.​Inside the "runt" beats the pulse of the First Blood, an ancient, legendary power of white fire that hasn't been seen in a thousand years. Malachi didn't buy a slave; he bought a sun. He is the only one who can handle her heat, and she is the only one who can burn out his rot.​Now, Silas realizes he threw away a Goddess. Her father realizes he betrays a queen. And they are coming to take her back.​But Malachi Blackwood has spent a century starving in the dark, and he isn't about to let his light go without a massacre.​"Silas thinks he threw away a stone. He didn't realize he was holding the sun, and I don't plan on letting it set."