LOGINHannah Adler has learned to survive by becoming invisible. A wolfless omega abandoned at birth and orphaned by a brutal pack war, she endures daily cruelty in the Crescenthood pack, where she has to fight for food, do degrading labor, and they constant remind her of how worthless she is. With her plans for escape just three months away, her fragile world shatters on the night of the blood moon when she was drugged, dressed up, and chained to the bed of the most feared man in the Bay Area. Alpha Aaron Krest is a fractured king. Once a powerful ruler and CEO, he was cursed eight years ago by a vengeful witch, severing the bond with his wolf and turning his own beast against him. Now he drowns in agony, his silver eyes bleeding black as the curse drives him to destroy everything around him. Desperate to save their Alpha, the pack offers Hannah as a sacrificial vessel, hoping her presence will calm the monster long enough for the blood moon to pass. What begins as a night of terror and defiance slowly ignites into something far more dangerous. Aaron’s wolf goes unnaturally still in Hannah’s presence. She refuses to cower, challenging the cold Alpha with a fire no one expected. As forbidden desire flares between them, long-buried secrets surface: Hannah is far more than a worthless omega, and breaking Aaron’s curse may awaken a power that could destroy her or save them both.
View MoreHannah’s POVI was shaking so badly that Lena had to hold my hands still just to fix my bracelet.“Breathe,” she said, grinning at me. “You’ve defeated mighty witches. You can walk down a path in a pretty dress.”“It’s not just a path,” I whispered. “It’s the whole pack. And everyone from the other packs. And Aaron.”“Especially Aaron.” She wiggled her eyebrows, and I laughed so hard I nearly ruined my hair.Lena looked beautiful in soft gold, her eyes bright and clear. It still made my heart squeeze, how far we had come. She had walked into my life as a secret and stayed as family, and no one in that room would ever take that from me.There was a knock, and Priya poked her head in, already dabbing her eyes. “Oh, don’t you look… oh no. I promised myself I wouldn’t cry before the ceremony.”“Too late,” said Mirabel, stepping in behind her with a tiny smile. She touched my cheek the way a mother might. “Your parents would be so
Hannah’s POVI could finally climb the stairs without holding the rail.I did it on purpose just to prove I could. Fourteen steps, up and then down, with Priya watching from the landing with her arms folded and her mouth pressed flat.“Show off,” she said.“I’m recovering.”“You’re gloating.”“A little,” I admitted, and she laughed and went to put the kettle on.That was how most days went now for the past six weeks. Small, steady, ordinary things. My strength came back in drips, a little more each morning, until one day I noticed I no longer had to plan how to get out of bed. The color returned to my face. My hair grew glossy again. I could eat a whole meal and ask for more.And my powers came back too.I had been afraid of that. I had lain in bed through those first weeks and wondered, in the dark, if I would ever be able to reach it. Then it came back slowly, from holding a single flame in my palm to building a
Hannah’s POVI understood as soon as the world stopped swimming around me that was that I was very tired and that I was alive, which was a surprise.I lay propped against a mountain of pillows in a room full of afternoon light, with a blanket tucked to my chin and a cup of something warm that Priya held patiently to my lips. My arms felt made of wet sand. My throat felt like I had swallowed a handful of gravel. But when I turned my head, the whole room swung into sharp, ordinary focus, the white sheets, the window, the little bundle of dried lavender on the sill.And Aaron.He sat in the chair beside me and had not looked away once in the day since I woke. He had shaved. He looked thinner than I remembered, with shadows under his eyes like thumbprints, but there was a lightness in him that I had never seen, a kind of dazed, wondering brightness, as though he had been underwater a long time and had just come up.“You’r
Aaron’s POVIt happened again the next morning.I had not slept. I sat through the whole night with her hand in both of mine, and when the first gray light came through the window I felt it, faint as breath on glass. A flutter against my palm. Her index finger, moving.I did not say anything. I did not move. I had learned in one night what it cost to hope, and I was not willing to spend it all at once.By noon it had happened twice more.Priya had come, as she did every day, and I had told her. She had listened with her head tilted and her hands folded, and I watched her decide how to be kind. “Muscles can twitch, Aaron,” she had said gently. “It doesn’t always mean…”“I know.”“But I’ll stay,” she said, and pulled the second chair to the foot of the bed. “A little while.”So she stayed. We sat together in the quiet, the healer and the fool, and neither of us said what we were waiting for.Afternoon came. Priya read a






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