Eighteen years I waited for my mate bond to snap into place. When it finally did, it was at my sister's engagement party — and the man the Moon Goddess chose for me was the Alpha who had just promised himself to her. Kael doesn't even look at me. He rejects me in front of the entire pack, in one sentence, like swatting a fly. "You were never meant to be a Luna." Fine. I'll take my broken bond, my ruined name, and the one thing nobody knows I have — the blood of the Lycan line my mother hid from everyone, including me. But the Lycan King is coming to collect what the packs owe him. And when he walks into that hall, every wolf in the room drops to their knees. Except me. He stops in front of me. He tilts his head. And he says the words that will burn my old pack to the ground: "There you are. I've been looking for you for three hundred years." Now Kael wants me back. My sister wants me dead. And the King wants something far more dangerous than a Luna — he wants a Queen who can survive what's coming. I spent eighteen years being the pack's spare. I'm not going to spend the next eighteen being anybody's second choice. Rejected by my mate. Chosen by a monster. And I'm only getting started.