“You are no longer my mate.”
Those five words shattered Nysera Moonborn’s world.
On the night she was destined to become Luna, the man she loved Alpha Kael publicly rejected and humiliated her before the entire pack. Cast out as a weak, worthless omega, Nysera is left with nothing but a broken heart and a future filled with despair.
But fate has other plans.
When the ruthless and enigmatic Lycan King, Draven Ashthorn, saves her from certain death, he uncovers a secret that has been buried for centuries Nysera is no ordinary werewolf. She is the last surviving heir of the legendary Moonborn bloodline, a queen whose awakening could change the fate of every pack.
As ancient enemies rise from the shadows and kingdoms prepare for war, Nysera must embrace the power she never knew she possessed. Beside the feared Beast King, she will transform from a rejected omega into the strongest queen the werewolf world has ever seen.
Now, the Alpha who discarded her wants her back.
But some mistakes can never be forgiven.
Will Nysera choose the man who broke her heart, or the king willing to burn the world to protect her?
She was rejected as an omega… but destiny chose her as a queen.
Nysera couldn’t breathe.
The cheers that had once filled the courtyard had disappeared, replaced by whispers that cut deeper than knives.
“She was rejected.”
“I always knew she wasn’t worthy.”
“What kind of Luna can’t even keep her own mate?”
Every word chipped away at the little dignity she had left.
She lowered her head, refusing to let anyone see the tears gathering in her eyes. She had spent years believing Kael loved her. Every smile, every promise, every gentle touch now felt like nothing more than a cruel illusion.
Across the courtyard, Kael wrapped an arm around Selene’s waist.
He didn’t even look at Nysera.
Not once.
It was as though she had already vanished from his world.
The Moon Goddess…
Why would you give me a mate only to let him destroy me?
Her wolf whimpered weakly inside her, the bond between them trembling from the rejection.
Pain exploded through her chest.
She pressed a trembling hand against her heart as her knees threatened to give way.
An elder stepped forward, his expression cold.
“The ceremony is over.”
“Remove the rejected omega.”
The words echoed across the silent courtyard.
Two guards approached without hesitation.
One grabbed her arm.
The other reached for her shoulder.
Nysera flinched.
“I can walk,” she whispered.
Neither man answered.
They dragged her across the stone floor while dozens of wolves watched.
Some pitied her.
Most looked relieved.
No one came to help.
Not even the people she had grown up beside.
She felt utterly alone.
As they reached the massive pack gates, one of the guards shoved her forward.
“You no longer belong here.”
The heavy gates slammed shut behind her.
The sound echoed through the forest like the closing of a coffin.
Nysera stood frozen.
Everything she had ever known…
Her home.
Her dreams.
Her future.
Gone.
The evening wind carried the scent of pine and rain as darkness settled over the forest.
She took one slow step.
Then another.
Without realizing it, she began walking deeper into the forbidden woods.
The trees grew taller.
The air became colder.
An uneasy silence surrounded her.
Even the birds had stopped singing.
Her wolf stirred uneasily.
Something is watching us.
Nysera paused.
The hairs on the back of her neck rose.
A twig snapped.
She spun around.
Nothing.
Only darkness.
She forced herself to keep walking.
Another sound.
Closer this time.
Leaves rustled.
Heavy footsteps circled her from somewhere beyond the trees.
Her heartbeat thundered in her ears.
“Who’s there?” she called, her voice shaking.
No answer.
Then…
A deep growl rolled through the forest.
It wasn’t a normal wolf.
It was far larger.
Far more terrifying.
Golden eyes appeared between the shadows.
Then another pair.
And another.
Nysera stumbled backward.
A pack of rogue wolves slowly emerged, their teeth glinting beneath the moonlight.
Their hungry gazes locked onto her.
She realized the terrible truth.
Without a pack…
Without an Alpha…
Without protection…
She had become prey.
The largest rogue stepped forward, licking the blood from his fangs.
“Looks like the Silver Moon Pack has thrown us a gift.”
Nysera’s heart nearly stopped.
There was nowhere left to run.
A deafening roar suddenly shook the entire forest.
Every rogue froze.
Fear flashed across their faces.
From the darkness, a towering figure stepped into the moonlight.
His silver eyes burned like living fire.
The air itself seemed to bow before him.
One word escaped the trembling lips of the rogue leader.
“Lycan…”
