They said I had no wolf. They were almost right. For nineteen years, Lyra Ashfen was the pack's ghost. No rank. No power. An omega so forgettable that even her own alpha looked through her like glass. She learned to survive by becoming invisible, to breathe without taking up space, to want nothing so that nothing could be taken. Then the debt came due. Conscripted into the Royal Palace as payment for her pack's failures, Lyra expects cold floors and colder masters. What she doesn't expect is him. Alpha King Kael Draveth, the most powerful wolf alive, a man who has never once paused for anything beneath his station. He pauses for her. She doesn't know why. She can't afford to find out. Because Lyra is hiding something older and more dangerous than any rank or bloodline in that palace, a secret her mother died protecting, a truth that would start a war if it ever reached the wrong ears. The Alpha King's ears are very sharp. And he has already started listening. A dark, slow-burn werewolf romance about a woman who was taught to disappear, and the king who refuses to let her.