Nameless Luna

I was never given a name. In Anderstone Pack, women don’t need one—we are breeders, s*x dolls, punching bags; Disposable.

When the Alpha heir returned to claim the throne, I thought our lives might finally change. I realized how wrong I was when he brutally assaulted me.

Then I trapped in my wolf form and chose exile over submission, became a rogue.

Another man captured me, dragged me to his estate and locked me in a cage, convinced I was nothing more than an ordinary wolf.

Then I realized why I couldn’t shift back.

I wasn’t stuck because I was weak.

I was stuck because I was pregnant.

Now the future is no longer predictable.