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Natalie I’m just a human sports reporter.He’s a billionaire NFL quarterback… and a werewolf Alpha.The problem? He’s my father’s best friend I slept with… and my secret baby daddy. Jaxon Wolfgang is almost untouchable.A legend on the field. A god among men.Five years ago, I was just an intern with a foolish crush and one reckless night changed everything.He touched me like I mattered. Like I was unforgettable.By morning? He pushed me away like I was nothing.Now I’m back, older, wiser, stronger, and standing in his stadium with a microphone and a story to chase.Network Sports Today wants their post-championship exclusive. I came for answers. Closure. Maybe even revenge.But when the cameras cut, his gaze locks onto mine, dark, hungry, dangerous.Like his wolf never forgot me… even if he did.This time, I don’t break.Because I didn’t come back alone.And he’s about to find out exactly what he lost. Jaxon I’ve taken hits that would crush most men.I've led my team and protected my pack.Nothing has ever shaken me like Natalie Anderson. Letting her go was the only way to keep her safe, especially after her father paid the price for my world.I swore she’d never be dragged into it again.But now she’s here.Standing too close, smelling too right like me. I keep it together for the cameras…until my wolf catches something impossible. A scent.Familiar and smell much like me.Then I see him, a small boy hiding behind the curtain.Watching me.And everything I buried five years ago…comes roaring back.

On the day of our mating ceremony, the moans of my fated mate, Alpha Liam, fucking a Stonecrest she-wolf named Kira in the locker room accidentally broadcasted to the entire pack. I stood at the altar, trembling, and cut the mic. I found Liam in tears, begging for an explanation. He just shielded Kira in his arms and glared at me. "If you hadn't left the microphone on, we wouldn't have been caught! An amnesiac stray orphan like you never deserved to be my Luna!" I became the laughingstock of the entire North. Just as I was about to be exiled, Jaxson Thorne—Alpha of the Stonecrest Pack—stepped in like a dark savior, his overwhelming aura shielding me from the humiliation. "I'll take her," he announced. With his support, I publicly rejected that betrayal-stained mate bond. For seven years, I was his declared Luna. He laid all the treasures of the North at my feet. Yet I never received the legendary Heart of the Moon pendant—the ultimate symbol of a Stonecrest Luna. I told myself Jaxson had his reasons. Seven years mated; he wouldn't hurt me. Until the Blood Moon Banquet, when I saw the Heart of the Moon resting on Kira's collarbone. She'd just returned to the pack. As she strutted toward me, provoking me, everyone expected me to cry and confront Jaxson. I didn't shed a single tear. I just pulled out my phone and texted my brother: "Come get me in three days." Jaxson didn't know—a month ago, I had recovered all my memories. I was no orphan. I was Ayla Valerius, sole Princess of the Royal Lycan bloodline that ruled the North. And my brother, the new Lycan King, was coming with the elite Royal Lycan Guard to burn this pack to the ground and take me home.