At 25, Irene is at the very bottom of the werewolf world. She is human, born without a wolf spirit, which means she cannot even shift. To pay off her foster father's debts, her family forces her to marry Ryan, the powerful and cold-blooded Alpha of the Northern Pack—a man rumored to have killed his own fiancée.
On their wedding night, Ryan barely looks at her. He only says, “Don't touch my things, and don't ever think you'll become my Luna.”
Irene quietly puts up with the pack's mockery. Servants bully her, nobles humiliate her, and Ryan's ex, Bella, constantly shows off in front of her and deliberately creates misunderstandings to make Irene look bad.
Then, on the night of a lunar eclipse, Bella sets a trap and tries to tear Irene's throat out in front of the entire pack during the full-moon ceremony. Ryan stands on the platform, watching without stepping in.
Just as Bella's claws are about to pierce Irene's heart, a burst of silver light explodes from Irene's chest.
Her eyes turn blood-red. The shadow of an ancient Wolf God appears behind her. The temple begins to shake, and an old prophecy carved into stone lights up: “When mortal blood merges with the tears of the Moon Goddess, a new ruler will tear apart the laws of the old world.”
Irene was never wolf-less.
She is the only hybrid in werewolf history capable of wielding both light and darkness.
And Ryan finally recognizes the crescent-shaped birthmark on her wrist. Irene is the “Moon Goddess's Bride” he has been searching for for ten years.
The prophecy had said the one person who could free him from his bloodthirsty curse would be the very woman he once cast aside—the weakest, humblest woman he never thought was worth a second look.
