Eight years as an invisible wife, and all I had to show for it was a room full of designer dresses I never wore, a pack that treated me like dirt, and a husband who just brought his mistress to my charity gala. Alpha Barnabas thought I was the weak, compliant Luna who would swallow his public humiliations forever. He was wrong. Hidden inside those mundane administrative papers he carelessly signed this morning was a legally binding divorce decree. I did not just leave him. I stripped his pack of three hundred million dollars, doused him in red wine, and walked out into the rain. But freedom has a price, and the Richardson pack does not let their scapegoats walk away alive. When their hired rogues ambush me, I expect death. Instead, I find him. Jeremiah Shawn. The untouchable, ruthless Ghost Alpha of the multi-billion-dollar Shawn Group. A man who rules the corporate world and the supernatural territories with absolute, cold power. He wraps me in his tailored jacket, crushes my enemies with a single look, and offers me a job as his chief secretary. Now, my ex-husband wants me back, the Pack Council demands my submission, and a hidden pregnancy threatens to change everything. But they are too late. I am no longer their broken Luna. With the most powerful man in the city backing my play, I am coming for the boardroom, the crown, and the ultimate corporate revenge.

Betty has twenty-four hours left before her own pack throws her to the wolves. She is the Blue Claw pack's finest warrior - and its greatest shame. No shift. No beast. Just a girl who fights like she has something to prove, because in twelve hours, her father signs the order that casts her out as a rogue for it. Then the Lycan royals cross the border, and Prince Adriel's aura drops grown Alphas to their knees. It should terrify her. Instead, something buried under her skin claws awake and answers. Trapped between exile and extinction, Betty strikes a devil's bargain: a fake mate bond, forged by dark magic, to buy her a throne's protection. One problem - a false mark on a "wolfless" body doesn't heal. It burns. And Adriel isn't a shield she can control; he's a fire that's already spreading, one touch at a time. Then a jealous rival draws first blood, and Betty's own wolf swears an oath that could kill her before the prince ever claims her. Now she has one moonrise to survive her pack, her bond, and the crown she was never supposed to wear.

"Your heart matches Hazel's perfectly. Don't be late." That's how Julian orders his wife to the operating table — not with love, but with a transplant request for the woman he's sleeping with. For three years, Penelope scrubbed floors as the pack's silent, worthless Omega. She let her billionaire mate believe the lie. She never told him what she really is: the hidden Crown Princess of the Lycan throne, born with the kind of power that brings Alphas to their knees. When Julian tries to take her heart to save his mistress, something in Penelope finally breaks — for good. She signs the ancient scroll that tears their bond apart in silver fire, and walks into the night a stranger to the man who spent three years starving her of respect. Now his wolf won't stop howling into a silence he can't explain. His trackers are chasing a scent that dies at the border. And the "helpless Omega" he discarded is standing on a throne built from blue gems, forcing his entire bloodline to bow. He had a queen scrubbing his floors and called her nothing. Can a blind Alpha survive what happens when the woman he threw away finally makes him see?