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.

The silver moon cast eerie shadows across the old temple ruins. Elara's heart stopped as she saw Kael chained to the stone altar, his face pale but stubborn. Marcus stood above him, ritual knife gleaming in the moonlight. "Father, stop!" Ronan shouted, bursting from the treeline with the rebel pack. Marcus smiled coldly. "Just in time to watch your brother's sacrifice." 


Chapter 42 - Chapter 42: Pack Tensions