Five years as Luna. One night to lose it all. When my mate stood before the whole pack and showed them another woman's moon-mark, I knew what was coming. The Unbinding. The rite that cuts a Luna loose and leaves her wolfless, broken, or dead. I drank from the cup. I felt every bond tear. And something inside me woke up. Now I'm a rogue on the run, and I can see what no wolf should see. Glowing threads between every heart in a pack. Threads I can mend. Threads I can bind. Threads I can break. Only one bloodline ever had that power. It was wiped out sixteen years ago, after one woman destroyed an entire pack in a single night. The Alpha of the North survived that night. Aurek Solberg is cold, feared, and dying under the weight of seven broken packs. He has sworn no Warden will ever touch his people again. He has no idea what I am. He has no idea who my mother was. Back home, the pack that threw me away is starting to bleed. Old wounds tearing open. Fever spreading. And my ex-mate wants me back. He can beg all he likes. I'm done being useful. This time, I choose.

"I, Alpha Damon Kane, reject you, Aria Vale, as my mate." Three words shattered her world in front of the entire pack. For eighteen years, Aria had waited for the moon goddess to bless her with her fated mate. She never imagined he would humiliate her at the mating ceremony — then choose her own sister in her place. Cast out, broken, and left to die in the Blackwood forest, Aria is found by a man whose presence makes every wolf bow. Silver eyes. A crown of scars. A power older than the packs themselves. The Lycan King. And he calls her his. But Aria carries a secret that could burn both kingdoms to the ground — a secret Damon will kill to bury, and the Lycan King will start a war to protect. When the moon rises again, will she choose the alpha who threw her away… or the king who swore to make the world kneel for her?

The night my Alpha was supposed to mark me as his Luna, he knelt at my best friend's feet instead and ordered the pack to drag me out by my hair. They threw me to the rogues at the territory line like roadkill in the rain. But the man who caught me wasn't a savior. Cain Marrok, the cruel king of Ironfang MC, doesn't rescue broken things. He collects them. "You want them to pay?" he said, tipping my chin up with one ringed finger. "Then you belong to me now, little wolf." I should have run. Instead I said yes. Now the pack that threw me away is about to learn exactly what they created and the only man who can protect me is the one I can never trust. Did I escape one cage… or climb onto the back of a deadlier one?