They said the Sovereign Sigil was a myth. They didn’t expect it to wake in her skin. Rhea lives on the edges of the map—on a quiet, salt-worn island in the Northeast, working nights in the liquor store attached to a crumbling dockside bar. It’s the kind of place where secrets go to rot and strangers don’t linger. Perfect for someone who’s spent her whole life making sure no one looks too closely. But one storm-lashed night, something steps out of the shadows and shatters the silence. The attack should have killed her. Instead, she’s left with a burning mark threading through her veins. It’s not ink. It’s alive. And it’s calling things to her. Four men arrive before the blood dries—monsters, each more dangerous than the last. They claim she’s the bearer of the Sovereign Sigil, a power that hasn’t chosen anyone in over a century. A power that will draw every predator in the realm straight to her. They want to protect her. They want to bind her. They want to use her. But Rhea isn’t a queen, and she’s not anyone’s to claim. The deeper she’s pulled into their shadowed world—into the Hollow Crown and the deadly court it commands—the more she realizes this isn’t about survival anymore. It’s about who survives her.

Arya was born to rule—fierce, beautiful, and bred for the sacred bond. But when her alpha mate rejects her during the Hunt, she defects. She becomes something he fears. Now a nameless assassin cloaked in shadow, she lives for vengeance. Until a mission brings her face-to-face with a power stronger than fate—and a second bond she never saw coming. Dark. Deadly. Unclaimed no more.