Della's life shattered when her husband, Kylian, found his fated mate. Despite enduring his family's abuse as an omega, she clung to their marriage. But when Kylian asked her to take the fall for his new mate, her heart broke, and she chose freedom. Rejecting him, she returned home to reclaim her true identity: the Lycan King's favored daughter. Why is Kylian now relentlessly pursuing her? And what happens when Della's own fated mate appears?

Liam, an Alpha haunted by a past loss, is consumed by his hunt for the rogue who murdered his mother. His world, already reeling from rejection by his chosen Luna, takes an unexpected turn when a mysterious, powerful woman enters his life. Meanwhile, Angel, a Guardian werewolf, faces a harrowing journey marked by tragic loss and a terrifying captivity at the hands of a vampire prince. Can Liam find redemption and vengeance, and will Angel ever escape her gilded cage and find freedom?

The evening air carried the sweet scent of moonflowers as I hurried through the pack grounds, my heart light with anticipation. Tonight marked our tenth mating anniversary, and I'd spent the entire day overseeing preparations for the Feast of the Moon celebration. The pack members had shooed me away early, insisting they could handle the final arrangements without their Luna's supervision. "Go surprise your Alpha," Beta Sarah had urged with a knowing smile. "Ten years deserves something special." I clutched the small wrapped package in my hand—a hand-carved wooden frame containing a sketch I'd made of Ryan and me from our marking ceremony. My artistic talents were something I rarely shared with anyone but him. *He's going to love it,* I thought, touching the Luna necklace at my throat, tracing its intricate moon pattern—a nervous habit I'd developed over the years. As I approached our private quarters in the pack house, a sharp, unsettling sensation rippled through my chest. My wolf, Lyra, suddenly howled within me, her silver presence agitated and restless. *Something's wrong,* she whimpered, clawing at my consciousness.