Elara had loved Alpha Lucien for ten years—not loudly, not in a way that anyone had to notice. She kept it tucked into small things: a passing sentence he once said, a white dress she stitched by hand, the mating ceremony she had waited for like the start of the life she was supposed to live. Then Lucien rejected her in front of the entire pack. His reason, when he gave it, was simple enough: she carried another Alpha's scent. And he took Scarlett's hand instead—a pureblood noblewoman, the kind of Luna his family wanted, the kind of woman no one would dare to question. By morning the pack had already made up its mind. She had betrayed him, she was tainted, she was no longer worthy of the future Alpha. Her room was taken, her father's name could no longer protect her, and Lucien—the boy she had loved for ten years—was the one who pushed her out of the place she had once believed belonged to her. But the scent they used as proof of betrayal didn't come from another man. It came from Elara herself. The truth behind her parents' deaths is surfacing now, and with it the blood debt that runs between purebloods and hybrids, as well as the power they buried inside her for years—the power she never asked for. Elara once thought fate had abandoned her. She was wrong. They were the ones who forced her awake.