On the night before her due date, Una walked in on her husband Lance cheating with her own best friend, and realized her three-year marriage had been a lie from the start. Lance had been slipping sleeping pills into her milk every night. While she was pregnant, he'd slept with Shannon 271 times. And Shannon had secretly drugged her, destroying the baby in her womb. When Una went into labor, Lance was too busy with his mistress to sign the emergency consent form. Her baby died. And she lost her uterus—forever robbed of the chance to be a mother. She divorced him, but the cheating scum and his mistress wouldn't stop. They humiliated her in public, framed her to destroy her reputation, and tried to sell her into the underground market. Surrounded by the thugs Lance had hired, ready to drag her away, Una finally dropped the mask. She was no ordinary woman. She was the heir of the Ashland underworld. No more holding back. It was time to send the traitors straight to hell.

Anna's POV: He once bled his hands raw working as a lumberjack for me. He carved wounds into his own flesh to stand against the Pack Elders for me. And under the moonlight, he swore to make me the most honored Luna. But one "I'm running away" tantrum from Susan—his childhood friend—was all it took for him to hang my parents upside down from a thousand-foot cliff, using their lives to force a confession out of me for a crime I never committed. I gave them a false address under duress. He turned around and spoiled Susan rotten, and demanded I kneel and apologize for "driving her away." Turns out every bit of his devotion was a lie. I burned every token of our past. I smashed our wedding statue. I swore to the Moon Goddess to break our bond. And in a blaze, I faked my death and disappeared. This time, I will leave his world forever. Aeon's POV: I once shed my Alpha heir's robes and worked in the logging camps until my hands were raw, just to marry Anna, a commoner. I defied Pack law and scarred my own body to protect her. I swore before the Moon Goddess that she would stand beside me as my Luna. But I let Susan's tears blind me. I hung Anna's parents from a thousand-foot cliff. I forced Anna to kneel and beg Susan for forgiveness. Only after Anna was gone did I learn the truth: Susan had force-fed her wolfsbane to make her miscarry. Susan had staged her own runaway all along. Now the manor is nothing but ash and shattered stone. The mind-link I severed can never be reconnected. I kneel alone on the Moonlight Meadow, calling her name over and over. But the girl who used to run into my arms will never come back. Anna. I was wrong. Please come back.

I was a white wolf of the Moon God's bloodline. To repay a debt, I sealed half my wolf soul into my parrot and regressed into an ordinary wolf. I used the power of that soul to mend my Alpha mate's broken legs and guard his pack for 100 years. But when his first love returned, he cut open my parrot to draw blood, drove silver spikes through my neck, ripped off my wolf spine, and threw me into a poison-filled dungeon. And then, at her instigation, he severed our mate bond. And with it, our contract of gratitude. The moment the bond broke, I rose as a white wolf the size of a mountain—the Moon God's most favored child. The entire pack knelt before me. He cried. He begged. He said he'd do anything to make it right. I said coldly, "You don't deserve me."

When I was 18, I saved Asher Dawson after his first shift sent him into a violent frenzy. He took me out of the slums and swore before the entire pack that I was his fated Luna.   When I was 20, he banished his lieutenant for insulting me.   When I was 22, he ventured into the Frozen Wastes alone to save me. He refused to yield to the rogues surrounding him and nearly died.   When I was 23, we were finally about to hold our pack wedding. Then he told me he was tired of my body.   I decided to give our 5-year relationship one last chance. If he still treated me with the same contempt, I would walk away for good. I had the scar on my back removed and slipped into a thin, deep-V red dress, with black lace stockings, not to seduce him into staying, but to find out once and for all whether there was anything left to save.   He shoved me to the floor, then went straight to another woman's bed.   "Mabel, your body is as familiar to me as my own. There's nothing exciting about it anymore. Instead of wasting your time on me, you should do something about how loose you are down there."   Every word cut deep, but I didn't cry. Our 5 years together suddenly felt like a cruel joke. The dagger I had carried out of the slums had never been turned on an enemy. Maybe it was finally time to use it to cut him out of my life.   With nothing left to hold on to, I turned and walked away.   Later, Asher dropped to his knees before me and clutched the hem of my dress.   "Don't leave me, Mabel! Have you forgotten everything we had?"   "I'm sorry, but you should call me Mother."

In the fourth year after remarrying my husband, I drove his mistress away. To force me to reveal where she had gone, he threatened me with our own son. "If you don't tell me where she is, our son will suffer the consequences for you!" Since he was willing to use our son as a bargaining chip, I would make his entire family pay. By the time I was done, he would have nothing left.

To have a baby through IVF for my infertile husband, I endured half a month of ovulation-inducing shots and went under the knife twice, my heart full of dreams for our little family of three. But a fatal hospital mix-up turned the embryo in my womb into the heir of a mafia boss. He showed up at the hospital entrance with a billion in cash, his voice cold as ice: "Divorce your husband, carry the baby to term, and the money is yours." On one side, my gentle, loving husband of years. On the other, a ruthless, bloodthirsty crime lord. This accidental pregnancy has completely shattered my once-peaceful life...