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PROLOGUE

VARGRHEIM:The world had long whispered of monsters lurking in the dark, of beasts that walked among men with human faces and predatory hearts. But for centuries, those whispers were nothing more than cautionary tales—stories meant to keep children from wandering too far at night. Until Vargrheim rose from the shadows and thrived in plain sight.It was not the first kingdom of monsters, nor the last, but it became the most feared.While human rulers battled against the ever-growing dominion of vampires, fae, warlocks, and ogres, another kingdom was born—one that did not seek alliances, one that did not beg for recognition. A kingdom of wolves. The wolves of Vargrheim were unlike any other creatures that roamed the world. They were stronger than the vampires, who drained life from their prey. Faster than the warlocks, whose magic took time to summon. More cunning than the fae, who relied on their silver tongues and ageless wisdom. And above them all stood the Alpha.A being nei

CHAPTER ONE

The council chamber reeked of sweat and tension. Alpha Romero sat at the head of the long oak table, fingers drumming impatiently as his advisors debated the latest territorial disputes between them and the warlocks."We're losing ground and our magic is weak..." It was the same old.He wasn’t listening. His wolf, Kaiser, paced restlessly in his mind, its agitation growing by the second. Then the doors burst open. A young warrior stumbled in, breathless. “My Alpha–” Romero was already rising from his seat. This was no ordinary messenger. This warrior served within the castle’s inner rooms. “It’s the Luna,” the warrior choked out. “She’s in labor.” ! ! ! ! ! !The torches lining the stone corridor flickered, their flames restless, mirroring the storm inside Romero’s chest. His boots pounded against the stone floor as he paced just outside the birthing chamber. His fangs ached. His claws curled into his palms. The scent of her blood filled the air. Too much blood. H

CHAPTER TWO

Impossible.Romero whispered the word, but it barely made a sound over the ringing in his ears.The sounds faded into the background. Sound of the healers sobbing, sounds of Quinn’s rapid heartbeats, sound of them trying to deliver the other child...The other child...His breath was unsteady, his hands trembling as he looked at the newborn in his arms. Small. Too small. Fragile. Ugly, even. And yet... The Sovereign’s Howl had come from this mouth. No mistaking it. She was quiet now, her tiny chest rising and falling steadily. But her eyes, gods, those eyes were too large for her face, almost eerily so, the same piercing shade as her mother’s. His wolf, Kaiser, bristled. The instinct to protect—no, to claim—overtook him. The Sovereign’s Howl still lingered in the air, thick as fog, wrapping itself around his soul like an unbreakable chain. It had marked her. The firstborn. His heir. Or rather… his Heiress— Romero swallowed hard, his throat dry like he'dswallowed sand

CHAPTER THREE

Quinn was still in shock over the events that occurred in the room. It was a carnage like he'd never before seen☆☆☆☆The wailing of wolves echoed through the night, grief rippling through the kingdom as the bond between their Alpha and Luna was severed forever. But inside the birthing chamber, there was only silence. Romero stood frozen, his entire world collapsing around him. The firstborn was a girl.Lillith was dead.And the second child—the boy—had not let out a Sovereign’s Howl. This was wrong. His fingers twitched around the newborn boy in his arms. He barely registered the soft, struggling breaths of the infant—his son—because his mind was still reeling from the daughter that came first. He turned toward the still, pale woman on the bed, his chest aching. Lillith had named her before she died. Cinder. The name burned in his mind, filling him with an inexplicable rage. Twins? He could accept.A female Alpha? The Moon Goddess did not choose females. She never had.

CHAPTER FOUR

CINDERThe slap came too fast to anticipate.Pain exploded across my cheek, white hot and blistering. My head snapped to the side, the force sending me stumbling into the desk behind me. The edge dug into my hip, but I barely felt it—because the second slap came right after, just as sharp, just as merciless.The room spun. Pain bloomed at my hip but it was dull and secondary, drowned out by the sting blazing across my face. My ears rang.The sting burned, but I refused to let the tears fall.I clenched my fists. Swallowed hard and willed the tears not to fall. Fuck.I refused to give him that particular satisfaction.Alpha Romero stood over me, his presence suffocating, golden eyes burning with barely contained fury.I tried to remember how I'd been stupid enough to follow him into the castle. I should have known better. I shouldn't have followed him away from prying eyes. Away from Elio.Alpha Romero had household rules. And the first?Never strike me in front of Elio.But here, i

CHAPTER FIVE

ELIOCall it a twin thing, but I swore I could hear my sister screaming my name.A chill raced down my spine.Cinder’s voice—high and desperate cut through the festival’s steady hum like a blade in my mind.In just a few minutes we'd turn under the full moon and roam and run free. I was supposed to lead that run...No one reacted. The wolves around me kept drinking, laughing, lost in the night’s warmth. No heads turned. No bodies stiffened.So I resolved it was just in my imagination.But after a beat I heard her again.I swallowed hard, scanning the tree line just beyond the clearing. The night had shifted, charged with something I couldn’t name. There was a whisper in my bones. A tension in my skin.Beside me, Kael—my second-in-command, my closest friend—caught my eye. His mate leaned into him, murmuring something, but he was looking at me, his brow furrowed.“You good?” he asked, low enough that no one else would hear.I forced a grin, shaking off the unease. “Cinder’s probably jus

CHAPTER SIX

CINDERThey were like fucking bees around honey.Buzz. Buzz. Buzz.Their voices droned in and out, a chaotic hum pounding against my skull. My head was doing me a number—like someone had split it open and shoved hot iron through the cracks. Every thought was foggy, every memory a blurred mess of static. I couldn’t remember a damn thing.But I didn’t move.I couldn't react.Because I was the honey all these damn bees were buzzing over.The ward was full. The air was thick with tension, voices snapping, snarling. I kept my breathing even, playing dead while the storm raged on.I woke up earlier to the stench of disinfectant and the strange weight of a patient gown on my body. I had barely registered my own presence when I heard it—heavy, familiar, terrifying footsteps.My father.Instinct had me shut my eyes immediately, and gods, was that the right call.Because now, here I was, listening as my father, my not-yet-fiancé, and six council elders debated whether I needed an exorcism.The

CHAPTER SEVEN

TWO DAYS LATER-----I’ve always wondered…There’s this recurring dream I’ve been having for the past few years. It doesn’t happen often, but when it does, it’s always exactly the same.I’m standing on the rooftop of a towering building in an unfamiliar city. I’m not sure which kingdom it is—but judging by the height alone, I know it’s nowhere in Vargrheim.My muscles are tense, teeth chattering. It feels so real I can practically feel the cold wind threading through my hair.There are no guardrails. I’m right at the edge.My toes are hanging over. And the thing is, I know I should back up. I know I should do everything in my power to launch myself backward, away from sudden death. But it doesn’t happen that way. Every time, like some subconscious, suicidal slip… my foot gives way. And I fall.I’m falling and falling, but not fast. It’s slow and dreamlike.Spinning midair, I catch sight of a shadowed figure cloaked in darkness leaping after me, cape flaring like a shadow come alive. I

CHAPTER EIGHT

Inside, it’s worse.The air is thick with damp and soot, the scent of sweat and despair laced with the distant tang of metal. Lanterns flicker along the walls like dying stars. People move around me, heads down, backs bent, eyes dull.Criminals. Slaves. The desperate.And me. A princess, but now just another wolf-less nothing with dirt under her nails."Get your sorry ass moving," barks a guard behind me. I don't look at him. I move. The deeper I go, the more I feel the walls close in around me, like they know I don’t belong here—but also like they think I do.The guards in the beginning got off the high of ordering a member of the royal family at first but now it got old for them.“Here’s your gear.” A bag is shoved into my hands. Inside is a pair of worn gloves, a pickaxe, and a threadbare scarf.I glance up to see the person in charge—a squat, wiry man with a nose like it’s been broken more than once and eyes that scream don’t test me. He doesn’t give me a second look. I’m just an

CHAPTER NINE

I wake up in the ward again.This time, I laughed immediately I opened my eyes this time. I was going to be labelled pretentious.This was one of those cracked, breathless laughs that scraped out of my throat like broken glass. It tasted like pain and pride and something else I couldn’t name.Elio and I once were called the trouble twins. Unafraid of punishment, quick to mischief, and completely immune to fear. Or at least, we used to be.He grew up more reserved. All duty and honor, like he swallowed a sword and made a blood pact with his reflection. But rile him up enough, and he was still the boy who dared me to jump off the roof because he broke his leg after trying it first.When I was younger, I thought my father and my twin were everything. I idolized them. Worshipped them. I was never happier than when we trained outside together—Elio with his graceful, fluid form, me breathless and bruised, trying to keep up. I had no wolf yet. No chance in the world. But combat called to me

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