I was nothing. A lowly omega, destined to live in the shadows of stronger wolves. But on the night of my eighteenth birthday, the moon had other plans for me. My mate was an Alpha’s son. The problem? He wasn’t the only one. The Blackwood triplets—Kael, Ronan, and Darian—each bore the same mark that bound them to me.  

To be Luna, I would have to survive the chaos of three powerful mates, a jealous rival who wanted my place, and a secret buried deep in my bloodline.  

Because being chosen by the moon was never a gift. It was a curse.

"You expect us to trust you?" Ronan growled at Gideon, moving protectively in front of Elara. "Trust?" Gideon's laugh echoed through the trees. "No. But you need me." Rain soaked through Elara's clothes as she weighed their choices. The rebel alpha wasn't wrong—they were miles from the pack house with midnight coming fast. "Why help us?" she asked. Gideon's eyes gleamed. "Marcus stole something valuable from me years ago. Now I'll steal something valuable from him—his chance at immortality." 


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