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For three years, Sera lived a lie. She traded her royal identity for the hope of a life with Kane, her fated mate and the Alpha of Blackwater. She endured the whispers and worked tirelessly for a pack that never wanted her, all for the promise that one day, she would be their Luna. But when the ceremony finally arrives, the crown isn't placed on Sera’s head. Instead, Kane chooses a woman who can give the pack what an Omega like Sera cannot: an heir . Publicly rejected and humiliated, Sera is forced to return to the kingdom she fled and the father she failed . Sera’s return isn't a sanctuary—it’s the fulfillment of a cold-blooded deal. To save her family’s alliance, she must marry a Volkov . But the "reasonable" man she was promised is dead, and in his place stands his brother: Fenris Volkov, the Alpha of Ironmaw. Fenris is no southern prince. He is a giant of a man who rules a land of ice and brutal survival, where weakness is a death sentence . As Sera is dragged into his world, she must survive more than just the political schemes of a hostile pack and the jealous wrath of the Ironmaw elite . She has five days to prove she can be the Luna this barbarian needs, or she will be broken by the very protection he offers . In a world where status is everything and love is a gamble, Sera must decide if her second chance is a blessing, or a beautiful, violent end.

Hana Kinsley: I am one of the few humans not born or mated into this supernatural world. As the Princess of the Bloodmoon pack, I grew up eager for that one-in-a-million chance of a mate. After two years of searching, I knew it was time to live in the human world, away from all things supernatural. I thought starting fresh at Yale was that chance to lead an ordinary life. Oh, how wrong I was. Albert, Aidan, and Isak: By any standard, our friendship is an anomaly. Vampires, demons, and angels do not mingle, yet we have been friends for three centuries. To the students and faculty here at Yale, we are just young professors who joined the staff six years ago. Every year, we choose new targets from the crops of freshmen. This year is different, as we all set our sights on the Bloodmoon Princess. Who will our bet to have her first?

One night I had an unforgettable dream about my mate; my handsome, flawless and mesmerizing mate. Ever since that night I dream about him almost every night, but I forget what he looks like every morning. His name, species, hair color, and even his voice are things I can't recall, but what I can remember is how he makes me feel when his lips meet mine—complete and lost without him. And now, when I'm soon eighteen, and about to enroll in a new school, I'm hoping to find him—my beautiful mate.

Chased by Sorin through neon-lit Vegas, Dawn’s uncontrolled light magic crackles in desperation. She slips past the ward that hides a magical realm and crashes into the Black Pistons motorcycle club’s territory. The club is led by twin alpha dragons, Riku and Rain, who have vowed against mating. Dawn’s arrival ignites an unexpected bond: Riku flirts, teasing her with warmth and guidance, while Rain, the colder brother, distances himself despite an undeniable draw. Offered shelter and protection, Dawn steps into a world of dragonfire and the shadow of a dark wizard who promises safety if she stops running. Rain’s distrust of Dawn’s magic leads him to impose strict rules while Riku encourages her to explore her power. Sorin infiltrates the ward, probing defenses and leaving Dawn shaken. A midnight ride under desert stars ends with an almost-kiss as Riku’s warmth contrasts Rain’s questions that reveal his inner conflict. During a training session Riku teaches her to channel light magic through touch, sparking an intimate moment abruptly interrupted by Sorin’s attack. As dreams twist under Malachar’s promises, Dawn finds herself torn between the twins’ opposing teachings when Rain, rescues her from danger. Jealousy and desire fracture their trio when Dawn admits to a bond with both brothers. Riku’s teasing hides tender devotion, while Rain’s hesitation dissolves as he tends to her wounds with touches. In a moonlit orchard their passion ignites until Rain’s sudden arrival sparks tension. Malachar’s emissary breaches the ward bearing a sigil, forcing the twins and Dawn into battle. Dragonfire and light magic merge in a display of unity that scatters their foe. In the aftermath adrenaline fuels an moment where neither brother claims her outright, their unclaimed bond shimmering with danger and undeniable promise.

In the third year of my engagement to Jack, he found himself a pureblooded, sharp-fanged huntress up in the Northern Territory. The night before my birthday, he brought her to me—just to call off the bond. He looked at me, cold and distant. “Bethel and I both live for the thrill of the night hunt. You're just a greenhouse wolf—soft and sheltered. You’ll never get what makes it all so addictive.” I asked, holding back the hurt, “Did it really have to be today?” He chuckled, “Did breaking a bond require a date on the calendar?” I nodded without arguing. But the next month, we ended up in the same Blood Moon Trial up north. What he didn’t know was—I tasted the rush of the hunt, the heat of blood, and got the champion long before he even came of age. Later, on his birthday, I sealed a life bond with another powerful wolf. He looked at me, red-eyed and hoarse, voice barely his, “Did it have to be today?” I smiled back, “Life bonds need good omens. The moon’s just right tonight.”

Seven years ago, I turned my back on my powerless fated mate, Soren, and chose a powerful Alpha instead. Now, I’m dying alone in this shitty apartment with seven days to live. The Moon's Glow is fading inside me. Without the Final Rite, my soul will be chained to this earth, a ghost doomed to an eternity of torment. And no Alpha will perform it for me. Coughing up another mouthful of blood, I dialed the one number I swore I’d never touch again. Soren. The mate I rejected. Now, the most powerful Alpha in the North. I begged him for the Final Rite. Moments later, his engine screamed down my street. But the boy I once knew was gone. The man staring back at me now held nothing but pure, undiluted hatred in his eyes. "Well, well. Look what we have here," he sneered, his voice dripping with venom. "The fallen princess. When are you going to finally drop dead? The second your heart stops, I’m dumping your corpse in the Feral Lands for the scavengers."