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.

"Father?" Elara's voice cracked as she looked at the man standing on the temple pillar. The silver light coming from him matched her own perfectly. "Hello, my silver wolf," he said, leaping down with inhuman ease. "My name is Aldric Moon, and yes—I'm very much alive." Marcus's face went white. "Impossible. I killed you myself eighteen years ago." Aldric smiled coldly. "You killed a fake. A good one, I'll admit." As her father stepped closer, something strange started happening to Elara's skin. 


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