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In the Storm Fang Pack, Luna Rexiana was everything a luna was supposed to be. She cleaned up the messes the warriors left behind, mediated disputes before they turned bloody, and more than once had thrown herself between her mate and open steel or fire during border wars. She did it without complaint, without expectation of thanks. Yet Alpha Clint Morris took everything for granted. He let her carry the weight of the pack while constantly belittling her, calling her useless, and branding her barren because five years of marriage had yielded no heir. ​Clint took other women openly and told anyone who would listen that it was her fault, her empty womb had driven him to them. Each betrayal triggered excruciating pain through their mate bond, ravaging both Rexiana and her wolf. Ground down by constant verbal abuse from Clint and the pack, Rexiana began to believe their words, convinced she was truly worthless, defective, and unfit to be Luna. ​The abuse escalated when one of Clint’s mi

Eager to capture their prey, and hopefully get out before offending the ruler of the territory, the three Red Ridge warriors lunged forward to intercept her, closing the distance with predatory speed, but before they could lay a single paw on Rexiana’s silver-white hide, the temperature in the forest suddenly plunged. The wind died completely, and the rustle of dry leaves ceased. ​Then an explosive, bone-shattering roar echoed through the dead trees. The raw, oppressive weight of a high-tier Alpha’s aura slammed down onto the clearing like a physical force, forcing the three wolves into instant submission as they lowered their heads, groaning under the immense pressure. ​Rexiana’s weak wolf stumbled, her legs giving out as she collapsed onto the ash-covered soil. ​Through blurred vision, she saw the darkness of the woods part. Stepping silently into the clearing was a towering, jet-black wolf with eyes like burning amber. The approaching alpha granted the intruders no chance to e

REXIANAMy eyelids felt like lead. When I finally managed to pry them open, the sharp white glow of the ceiling stung my eyes, sending a spike of pain through my temples. My vision swam, slowly bringing a distinct silhouette into focus around the bed.​A pair of intense, unblinking eyes were locked directly onto mine. ​My first floating, feverish thought was that I had died and somehow crossed over. The air was quiet, completely free of the cruel taunts and heavy boots that had haunted my life in Storm Fang. But as the fog in my mind began to clear, the harsh reality of my existence came crashing back. A sickening wave of familiar shame washed over me: He's staring because I’m repulsive. He's disgusted by how hideous I look.​Panic surged through my veins. I instinctively tried to shrink into the mattress, my hands trembling as I yanked the white sheet up to my chin to hide my scarred, battered self. My heart hammered wildly against my ribs like a trapped bird.​The silence hanging ov