Every woman in Blackwater wants Alpha Kael, and once a month, he lets one spend a weekend at his side during a rut, then sends her home unclaimed and heartbroken. He is cold, controlled, and untouchable. No mate and no weakness. Because the Alpha of the Blackwater is hiding a prophecy that will burn it all, and a curse that can only be broken if the moon takes what the moon is owed. But when I collide with him on the lakeshore during a heat season, none of that seems to matter. Desire cuts through us like a blade. And the next day, I get an invitation to the Alpha's banquet. A banquet only the best attend. It starts the wheel in motion. The wheel the prophecy talks about. I am the only one who can break the curse. But the moon takes what the moon is owed. And I just might pay the price.

Born unwanted and cast aside, she silenced her pain the night she killed her father. From then on, she walked the world alone, sharpening herself into something untouchable. Power was safer than love. Strength was cleaner than hope. But the Moon Goddess, so high and untouchable, played her for amusement—binding her fate to Lukas Alexander, the future Alpha. Calm, deadly, and unshakable, he became the quiet in her storm. Her wolf stilled. Her soul whispered, mine. Lukas never thought he’d find her again. He had believed she was dead. Seeing her brought everything in him back to life. His once ordinary, dutiful existence now had meaning. Yet love isn’t salvation. Love is weakness. And if she must choose between saving herself or owning him, she’ll choose obsession every single time. Because destiny never promised mercy. And if she can’t have him, then neither will anyone.