On her eighteenth birthday—the very night her sacred mate bond was supposed to awaken—Eva was publicly executed by a single cold decree. "I, Alpha Kael of the Silver Moon Pack, hereby reject you, Eva, as my mate." To secure a billion-dollar merger with a rival pack's arrogant princess, the man she had loved unconditionally for three years stripped her of her dignity, branded her a worthless human anomaly, and left her to freeze to death in the apocalyptic blizzards of the dark borders. They thought she was a nameless, powerless orphan. They thought her body would remain an unsolved secret rotting beneath the snow. They were dead wrong. When Eva plummeted into the forbidden depths of the Blackwood Abyss, her dying pureborn blood shattered a thousand-year-old seal, violently awakening the most ruthless deity of the supernatural world—Dominic, the Primordial Lycan King. In the mortal world, he is Director D, the dark billionaire tycoon pulling the strings of the global shadow treasury. In the supernatural world, he is the apex predator who rules the shadows with a bloody iron fist. The moment their eyes met, a long-lost cosmic bond locked their souls forever. And the beast inside the ancient king roared with a devastating, terrifying command: She is mine. And whoever made her bleed will burn to ash. Now, Eva is returning to Manhattan. Not as a beggar, but as the long-lost sovereign heiress of the multi-trillion-dollar Rothschild empire, backed by the high-tech tactical heavy armor of the Black Card Syndicate and the absolute, manic adoration of her Lycan King. As Wall Street markets collapse under her fingertips and ancient shifter lineages tremble beneath her scepter, her pathetic ex-Alpha crawls in the mud, begging for a mere scrap of her attention. But Eva won't even look back. The past is ash, the enemies are rotting, and the new era of the Silver Moon Empress has officially begun. "You once belonged to trash, little wolf," Dominic growled, pinning her slender waist against his monolithic obsidian throne, his liquid-gold eyes dark with a territorial, suffocating hunger. "But now, you rule my empire. And my claws only exist to tear the world apart for your smile."