five years ago, a woman with no memory was found half-dead at the edge of Blackwood territory. Alpha King Dominic Voss gave her a name—Wren
—and took her in as his ward, his lover, the mother of his heirs. She believed she was loved, believed she had found her place, until the night she overheard the truth: she was handpicked by royal physicians, a docile, fertile breeder meant only to bear pureblood princes. The moment his true Luna Seraphina returned from exile, Wren would be discarded. As her world crumbles, the rise of a blood moon stirs something ancient inside her.
Fragments of a forgotten past return: she is Aelindra, the long-lost Queen of the Silverveil, sovereign of a realm older than any wolf pack.
On the night the moon bleeds crimson, she flees across the veil between worlds with her two young sons, stepping back into her birthright and her true name. Left with only an empty palace and crushing regret, Dominic tears his kingdom apart to find the woman he once deemed disposable. But Aelindra has a kingdom to rebuild, wounds to heal, and a quiet, steady love growing with Lord Caelum of the Western Reaches
—a man who honors her as a partner, not a possession. In the end, she learns the greatest truth of all: your worth is never defined by those who fail to see you. And the most powerful magic of all is believing you deserve to be loved.
