The night I lost everything, the gods gave me one thing back—vengeance. My village burned, my brother’s body lay cold in my arms, and the world turned its back on me. They said the Nightborne were only myths. But I saw their claws. I smelled their blood. And I swore I’d make them pay. What I didn’t know was that my scar—the silver spiral I’ve hidden all my life—marks me as something far worse: Ashenborn. The last of a cursed bloodline fated to either break or bind the Alpha King himself. Now I’m his prisoner. Darius Veyric, the most feared Alpha on the continent. A ruler whispered to have murdered his mate. A man who should want me dead—but whose blood calls to mine like fire in the dark. He says I’m a weapon. The Lycans say I’m a threat. The witches say I’m a key. And me? I don’t know if I’m their salvation or their damnation. All I know is that my bond to Darius is a war between hate and hunger, between vengeance and something far more dangerous. Because if the prophecy is true, our union will awaken the Ashen Moon… …and one of us will not survive it. Enemies. Lovers. Curses. Betrayals. The world wants us apart, but fate may demand our ruin together. I was never meant to be a queen. But I might just become the last bride of chaos.