For five years, I played the perfect puppet. As the Saintess of humanity, I used my sacred magic to protect the Blood Moon Pack, believing Alpha Caleb’s promises of a peaceful future where humans and werewolves could coexist. I loved him. I became his Luna. It was all a calculated lie. On the night the prophesied apocalypse fractured the earth, Caleb chained me to an obsidian altar. He didn't want to stop the end of the world; he wanted to harness it. Alongside his true she-wolf mate, who had been mocking me from the shadows for years, Caleb sacrificed my life force to awaken the ultimate weapon: the forbidden Lycan King. As my blood spilled and the world began to dissolve into ash, Caleb got his reward—the awakened King instantly obliterated him. But instead of destroying me next, the terrifying Lycan King knelt by my dying body. With eyes filled with a devastating, ancient grief, he pressed his lips to mine. A desperate, soul-shattering kiss bound our fates just as reality collapsed into darkness. "I will find you in the next life," he whispered against my lips. "Even if I have to burn the world down again to reach you." When I opened my eyes, I was back five years in the past—on the eve of my betrothal to Caleb. Armed with memories of the future, I will no longer play the sacrificial lamb. I will tear Caleb’s pack down brick by brick. But to survive the coming doomsday, I need the ultimate ally. I must venture into the forbidden catacombs to awaken the imprisoned Lycan King early. Only this time, the prophecy is changing, and the monster who ended the world is looking at me like I am his entire universe.

Thrown into the frozen hell of Ironspire in rusted silver chains, Talia was supposed to die. Discarded by her father, Beta Thomas, and rejected by her Southern pack, she arrives at the Northern court as a mute, wolfless tribute—broken, poisoned, and stripped of her dignity. She expects only execution at the hands of the realm’s most terrifying ruler. King Lucian of the Northern Empire is a god of war—a ruthless, apex Lycan whose very presence makes highborn lords drop to their knees. But the moment Talia’s scent hits his senses—a divine blend of winter roses, mountain honey, and hidden star-fire—his inner beast roars with a dark obsession: Shield her. Possess her. Burn the world to keep her safe. Behind the granite walls of the royal wing, a dangerous game of power and visceral desire begins. Lucian wraps Talia in dark velvet and unyielding protection, waiting for her true power to break free. When her silver chains shatter and her dormant Royal Silver bloodline reawakens, the mute ghost is reborn as a Queen—and the Lycan King will tear the continent apart to crown her. MATURE CONTENT WARNING (18+) Dark Romance | Fated Mates | Hurt/Comfort | Revenge This novel is an explicit dark fantasy romance intended strictly for mature audiences (18+). Features explicit sexual content, intense animalistic foreplay, dominant Alpha possession, praise dynamics, graphic violence, and dark court intrigue. A GLIMPSE INSIDE "Tell me who you belong to," Lucian growled, his broad frame pinning her to the mahogany desk, his length teasing her entrance with torturous restraint. "Tell me whose mark is on your soul." "Yours!" Talia gasped, her small hands digging into his bare shoulders. "I am yours, Lucian!" A dark smirk touched the Lycan King’s lips. "Remember this heat, my Queen..."