"I, Brandon Vance, future Alpha of the Crescent Pack, hereby reject you, Aria Hale, as my mate."For eighteen years, I was the pack’s floor mat. An Omega who couldn't even summon a spark of wolf spirit. I endured the beatings, the starvation, and the humiliation because of Brandon—the Alpha’s son who swore he loved me.But on the night of the Blood Moon, he stripped me of my dignity, rejected our sacred bond, and exiled me to the lethal Blackwood Forest to die, all to claim a higher-ranking female.They thought the forest would swallow a wolfless Omega whole.They were wrong.Dying in the mud, something ancient and divine woke up inside me. I didn't just shift—I became the mythical Silver Wolf, a legendary predator with the power to make Alpha kings fall to their knees.But before I could seek my revenge, he found me.Kaelen. A towering, dangerously handsome Lycan with piercing crimson eyes and a scent that makes my dark inner wolf purr with submission. He is ruthless, lethal, and rules over the outcasts.He pins me to the wall, his heavy growl vibrating against my bare skin: "Your ex-fiancé is a fool, Aria. He threw away a queen. But I destroy anyone who touches what is mine. Let’s burn his pack to the ground together."The Alpha Summit is coming. Brandon thinks I’m dead. He has no idea that when I return, I won't just be his worst nightmare...I will be sitting on the throne of the Lycan King.

"In the streets of New York, he is the King. In the shadows, I am his downfall."Elena Vance was never a victim. As the hidden strategist behind the fallen Vance empire, she had a plan to reclaim her throne. But she didn't count on Dante Moretti—the cold-blooded billionaire and the heir to the most ruthless Mafia family in the city.To save her brother’s life, Elena is forced into a "Blood Contract." She must become Dante’s personal assistant by day, and his captive plaything by night.Dante thinks he bought a fragile doll to break. He doesn't know he just invited a viper into his bed.He wants her submission. She wants his empire.But as the lines between hate and desire blur, Elena finds herself facing a danger more lethal than a bullet: Dante’s obsession."I didn't buy you to love you, Elena," Dante whispered, his cold hand gripping her waist. "I bought you to own you."She smiled, a hidden blade pressed against his heart. "Then you better hold on tight, Mr. Moretti. Because I’m expensive to keep."