SL.Frost

They call me the Silent Luna. They mistook my silence for surrender. The night before our mating ceremony, Alpha Kael Blackthorn held me close and swore I was the only thing his darkness had never ruined. By dawn he stood before the whole pack and cast me out — disgraced, discarded, and carrying his child. A secret I swore on my mother's grave he would never have. But I am not the orphan servant they threw into the snow to die. A black wolf mark burns on my wrist, and the ancient power sleeping inside it has chosen me. It veils my scent. It shields my unborn son. And it answers when I call. For three hundred years the Council has murdered rejected mates and blamed the curse. They expect me to be the next quiet grave. They have no idea what they've woken. I know their secret now, and I am going to take their prison apart with my bare hands — one stolen child, one broken lie, one kneeling enemy at a time. Kael coughs black blood every hour the broken bond tears at him. He grovels. He bleeds. He begs to be my sword. It's far too late for that. Because I'm done surviving. I'm coming back for everything they stole — and the heir they're so desperate to own has his father's eyes. Pregnant. Rejected. Underestimated. They should have killed me when they had the chance.