On the night of my first shift, Alpha Damien—the man the Moon Goddess fated for me—rejected me in front of the entire pack. He chose my stepsister. He called me wolfless. He was half right. I am not wolfless. When the blood moon rose, something older than wolves woke inside me—an ice-white beast that made every Alpha in the territory bow. And before I could even understand what I was, the Lycan King arrived: Kael, the monster kings whisper about, the male no one has seen shift in a hundred years. He took one look at me and fell to his knees. "Mine," he said, and the word burned through me like a brand. Now Damien is howling outside my door, begging for a second chance. The packs are circling, hunting my bloodline. And the Lycan King watches me with a hunger that could save me—or consume me. The Moon Goddess blessed me with a second chance. This time, I choose.

They made me sign my sister's marriage contract. Three years later, they put her name back on the seating card at a charity gala with four hundred guests and a live stream — and asked me to step down from the stage. I walked down those stairs the way they wanted. I just stopped first to ask my father for a notarized copy of my own medical file. Nobody at that table knew two things. One: the girl they used as a spare, sleeping in the storage room six paces from the master bedroom, had signed every bill in that house for three years. Not one missed. Two: the heir they had been searching for, the only compatible blood they had been begging for, was standing right in front of them holding the receipt. They married me off as a replacement. So I billed them like one. The night they pushed me off that stage, I made one phone call from the parking lot. By Monday morning, three banks cut my husband's family's credit lines at the same time. Two point four billion. Gone before breakfast. — She was never the backup. She was the whole account.

At eighteen, I was rejected by my fated mate in front of my entire pack. Caden Blackthorne, future Alpha of the Bloodmoon Pack, called me wolfless. Weak. Unfit to be Luna. Then he chose my stepsister. My own father looked away. I ran into the cursed Bloodwood Forest to die. Instead, I woke up. My fur is silver. My eyes are moonlight. Rogues kneel before me without a fight. Because I am not wolfless. I am the last Moon Wolf—the creature of prophecy, born to command every pack. And the ruthless Lycan King who finds me? He has been searching for me for ten years. He needs me to break a thousand-year curse that is slowly killing him. I need him to teach me how to destroy the people who shattered my life. Together, we ride into the Pack Summit, where every Alpha in the realm has gathered to tear the throne apart. But I am done hiding. I am done begging. Let them kneel. Rejected as Wolfless, I Am the Last Moon Wolf is a high-heat werewolf romance filled with fated mates, brutal revenge, ancient curses, and a heroine who takes back her power one broken throne at a time.

I was his white moonlight. The problem was, he never knew the real me. Nineteen years ago, Adrian Cole sent me one word on Facebook: Hi. I never accepted his friend request. Now he’s the Crypto King. A billionaire who can buy anything. And I’m Hollywood’s most untouchable actress. He buys me silence. He buys me privacy. He buys an entire hotel floor just so I can disappear. He never says no. Not once. But I’m not the girl in that blurry photo anymore. I test him. I push him. I wait for the one word he refuses to give me. No. When I ask for five million dollars, I’m not asking for money. I’m asking if there’s a man behind the billions. A man who can finally tell me the truth. He thinks I’m his white moonlight. But white moonlight doesn’t exist. And sooner or later, he’s going to find out. A crypto billionaire. A famous actress. One white moonlight that was never real.