Jsommi
For eighteen years, Sera Vale was a shadow in her own home. Then her family took in Lila, a frail orphan of war, and Sera became her living blood bag.
Every transfusion left Sera weaker. Every cry for help was answered with the same cold words: “She is strong as an ox.”
When Sera finally tries to flee, her body gives out at the pack border. She wakes in the attic, where her family scolds her for being selfish.
Then the Lycan King’s younger brother walks through the door. He looks at her as if he has found something he lost twenty years ago.
“The blood of the Moon Goddess,” he whispers. “I have been searching for you.”
Now the girl they bled dry is the key to a stolen throne.
Her family is begging for forgiveness, and Sera has learned she does not owe them any.
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