I was the only Luna in three centuries bonded to an entire Triad. Not one mate; three. Alpha Kade, beta Roan, gamman Sawyer. My wolves, my pack, my whole world, until she came back. Vera Sinclair walked through our gates after five years gone and looked at me like I was already a mistake waiting to be fixed. Within a week she had convinced them the bond that made me Luna was never real, that I had trapped all three of my mates in a curse they never chose. My mother’s legacy, my rank, my wolf. All of it became proof of a crime I never committed. The pack put me on trial. Even the magic seemed to turn against me. Roan could not look at me. Sawyer read the verdict like it cost him nothing. And Kade, my Alpha, the man who once said he would burn the world down before anyone touched me, signed the order that ended us. They thought severing the bond would break me completely. They were wrong about what they were letting go.

She chose the apartment for its invisibility. No doorman. No cameras. No one to remember her name. On her first day, her new neighbor knocked on her door, smiled like a man with nothing to hide, and called her by a name she had never given him. Now Maren can’t sleep. Can’t stop listening to the footsteps above her. Can’t explain the envelope that appeared outside her chained door, or the food left on her step by a man who somehow knew she hadn’t eaten. Luca Vane is patient. Precise. And he knows things about her that no neighbor should. The higher Maren builds her walls, the closer he gets. And the more she learns about what he is, the harder it becomes to explain why her body trusts him more than her mind does. She didn’t come to Ardell Street to find someone. She came to disappear. So why does it feel like he found her first — and why does part of her hope he never stops looking?