They say fate always finds a way to make you face the ghosts you’ve buried.
I never expected it would be so soon.
And certainly not under the glare of a thousand eyes, in the most sacred arena of the werewolf world.
The Coalescence Rite was one of the most solemn rituals among werewolves—a sacred ceremony where Alphas and Omegas tested pheromonal compatibility under the blessing of the Moon Goddess.
But this year, it was different.
Because for the first time in recorded history, a “bondless, awakened Omega” had been invited to participate.
That Omega—was me.
Sadie Hale. A former contract mate. A marked widow. A forgotten relic of the Greaves.
Now... a threat.
The venue was the Celestial Temple of Starlight City, where the three dominant wolf factions gathered:
Greaves Family: Nor
