LOGINCalista Garrott is the last survivor of the Moonborn clan, a rare bloodline that was wiped out by a deadly plague. She was saved and raised by the Council of Wolves, taught to obey without question and put her duty before anything else. She believes she has everything an omega could only dream of. Then, when she comes of age, the Council arranges her marriage to the Alpha Prince of a powerful kingdom. To her, it is simply another duty she must fulfill, but she still hopes to find true love. Unfortunately, the marriage becomes her biggest test. Calista is reduced to nothing more than a toy, used and tossed aside by the man she calls her husband. When he finds his fated mate, he ignores her existence altogether, yet despite everything, she still longs for his attention. Everything changes after Calista loses her unborn child, only to discover she may never be able to have another. Heartbroken and with nothing left to hold onto, she does the unthinkable. She asks for a divorce. But walking away from the marriage is not as easy as she thought. As her world begins to fall apart, she finds comfort in the most unexpected person—a mysterious masked joker who seems to know more than he lets on. What starts as a fleeting moment soon turns into something more, something that could either break her or set her free. Will Calista finally gain her freedom? Or will it come at the cost of everything she stood for?
View MoreCalista's POVI did not have time to process what was happening. One moment I was kneeling beside Zevran trying to heal his wounds and the next Seraphine was on her feet again. Impossible. Aldrid's sword had gone straight through her chest. She should be dead. Should be bleeding out on the ground as any normal wolf would be. But she was not normal anymore and the wound was already closing.She ripped the blade from her chest with a wet sound that made my stomach turn. Black blood poured from the injury but it did not slow her down. Did not even make her flinch. Whatever the Council did to her made her something beyond death. Something that refused to stay down no matter how much damage she took."Did you really think that would work?" She turned on Aldrid. Her face twisted with rage and betrayal."Did you think you could kill me that easily?"&nb
Calista's POVThe sound of war was different than I imagined. Not the clean clash of swords from stories but something messier. Uglier. Screams mixed with metal grinding against metal. The wet thud of bodies hitting the ground. The acrid smell of blood and sweat and fear thick enough to choke on. This was real. This was happening. And I was standing in the middle of it.Zevran had tried one last time to convince me to stay in the palace. To remain safe behind walls while others fought. But I refused. Could not hide while people died because the Council wanted me. So here I stood on the battlefield wearing armor that felt too heavy and gripping a sword I barely knew how to use. Terrified. But determined not to run.The Council's army had reached us faster than expected. They pushed through the mountain pass despite the traps Theron set. Despite the barricades. Despite everything we threw at the
Seraphine's POVThe pain was exquisite. Like every nerve in my body had been set on fire and then drowned in ice water. I bit down on the leather strap they had given me and tasted blood. My blood. Copper and salt flooded my mouth as my teeth cut through my own lip. But I did not scream. Would not give them the satisfaction of hearing me break.The Council chamber was cold. Stone walls that seemed to absorb warmth instead of reflect it. Torches flickered in brackets but their light felt distant. Wrong. Like they burned with something other than natural flame. Three Council members stood in a circle around me. Their faces hidden behind ceremonial masks that made them look like demons. Maybe they were. Maybe that was what happened when you spent centuries accumulating power with no regard for the cost."The serum is taking hold." One of them spoke. His voice was distorted by the mask. "Her body is accepting the transformation."Serum. That was what they called it. Like it was medicine i
Zevran's POVThe war room felt smaller than usual. Too many bodies packed into a space designed for strategic planning and not the tension currently suffocating us. My generals lined the table. Kaelen stood at my right. Lyra hovered near the maps with her usual intensity. And Aldrid sat at the far end looking like a man who had finally realized the weight of his choices.Calista stood beside me. Close enough that I could feel the heat radiating from her skin. Close enough to anchor me when rage threatened to take over. The Council was coming. Actually mobilizing armies to destroy my kingdom because they feared one woman. Because they could not control her and what they could not control they destroyed."Tell us everything." I pinned Aldrid with a look that promised consequences if he held anything back. "Every detail you know about their plans."Aldrid cleared his throat. Looked uncomfortable under the weight of so many hostile stares. Good. He should be uncomfortable. Should feel the






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