"I, Alpha Justin, reject you, Ella, as my mate. You are a weak, wolf-less runt." Publicly humiliated by her fated mate for a manipulative bitch, Ella didn't cry. Instead, she severed the sacred bond with her bare hands, leaving her ex choking on blood, and walked into the freezing storm. She thought she would die in the Forbidden Forest. Instead, she woke the sleeping monster—Ethan Nightshade, the ruthless, feral Lycan King whose blood rage slaughters armies. One touch of her hand silenced his madness. One breath of her scent unlocked a sacred, long-lost divinity. Pinned beneath the beast's lethal claws, the King whispered against her throat: "He threw away a Goddess... But you are mine now." Now, Justin is on his knees, begging for her return. Too late. The Lycan King doesn't share.