The Lycan Princess They Mistook for an Orphan
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.