He called her barren. He called her worthless. He marked her sister instead. For three years, Evan treated his mate like garbage while the pack whispered. She endured. She waited. She survived. Now the pure-blood Luna has returned—not to beg, but to conquer. Her sister's mark is a lie. Evan's throne is crumbling. And the woman he rejected is carrying the heir of a king. Some Lunas are born. This one was forged in fire. And Evan is about to burn.
