I was the wolfless orphan. The stain on the packhouse floor. Then my fated mate, Alpha Kael, rejected me at his coronation—publicly, cruelly, finally. The bond-snap should have killed me. Instead, it shattered something deeper. A curse-cage I never knew I carried. Now every betrayal feeds the Devourer's Mark burning in my chest, and the power it gives me is as terrifying as the hunger that comes with it. Ronan found me bleeding in the mud at the border. Exiled Lycan. Biker club president. Dangerous in ways Kael could never dream of. He doesn't want to rescue me. He wants to challenge me—to train the weapon I've become for his own revenge. But Ronan has secrets. Kael's new Luna has a lie stitched into her mate-sign. And the thing inside me is getting hungrier. They threw me away like garbage. They thought I was nothing. They were wrong. The Devourer's Mark they woke is coming back to collect.

I was the pack's wolfless slave, invisible and forgotten. At his coronation, Alpha Kade felt the mate bond snap and chose her instead. He rejected me into a microphone so two thousand wolves could hear him call me nothing. But that public humiliation triggered something my body had been hiding for four hundred years. The Lycan royal line wasn't extinct, it was dormant in my blood, and his cruelty just gave it a reason to wake. Now the exiled Lycan King has found me. Theron hunted his fated mate for ten years, and he found me only because Kade threw me away. He is powerful, possessive, and he is not letting go. But the Rogue King wants my line erased, the pack wants me dead, and Kade is dying from the bond he severed. He can only be saved by my forgiveness, and if I ever give it I lose everything I have become. They built me to be nothing. They never expected me to become their queen.