"I, Adrian Crowe, reject you, Elena Moreau, as my fated mate. You are wolfless, weak, and unworthy of being my Luna." Those were the words my own mate spoke at our wedding—right in front of the entire pack, as he led another woman down the aisle. They threw me into the snow with a burning mark on my neck and a fever that nearly killed me. Three years later, I'm the youngest surgical attending at St. Mary's Hospital in the human world. No wolf. No pack. No trace of the girl they left to die. Then one rainy night, a half-dead Lycan is wheeled into my OR. The moment he opens his ice-blue eyes, the entire operating room drops to their knees. He's the Cursed Lycan King—the man who kills anyone who gets close. Yet his gaze locks onto the faint scar on my old mating mark. He found me first. The Alpha who threw me away is already begging. But the crescent-moon birthmark on my collarbone? It's the only thing that can break his blood-moon curse. And the man who butchered my bloodline three hundred years ago is still watching.