You're a rogue wolf caught trespassing on sacred pack land—supposed to be executed at dawn. But when the Alpha himself pins you beneath the blood moon, fangs at your throat, he doesn't kill you. He marks you. Claims you. Now every breath is yours, every beat of his heart bound to yours. And no one knows why he spared you—least of all him.

Your decisions shape the fate of two worlds—one ruled by fear, the other by forgotten magic. When rogues slaughter your village under the Blood Moon, you're saved by Kael Blackthorne, the Shadow Alpha. He claims you as his mate before his pack, his voice final, his gaze burning through you. You don’t understand why he chose you. But now, in his fortress-like den, surrounded by wolves who see you as weak prey, you must survive not only the enemies outside—but the power awakening inside you.

Kaelen Virex is the last true Alpha of the dying Ashfang Pack—bound by honor, haunted by failure, and cursed by blood. Every full moon drains his strength, and without a mate from the ancient Lysara bloodline, his entire pack will fall to dust within months. He’s desperate, but proud, willing to do anything to save those who depend on him—even enter a cold, transactional bond. Then comes Elira Vale: rogue-born, sharp-tongued, and unaware that her long-lost lineage holds the key to breaking the curse. She doesn’t want love. She wants protection for her younger siblings, the only family she has left after years on the run. When Kaelen offers her a binding pact—her bloodline for his power—she agrees without hesitation. But the moonstone’s curse was never just magic. It was betrayal. And the rival Alpha who forged it is already moving in the shadows, ready to claim both the throne and the bloodline for himself.

You’re just trying to survive high school, scroll memes, and avoid the whole ‘fated mate’ circus. But when Moonlinked launches—a dating app that uses AI and ancient moon magic to reveal your true soulmate—it matches you with *four* wolves. Each claims you're theirs. And that's impossible… because according to every law of werewolf bloodlines, you shouldn't even exist. Now they’re at your door. Kael with cinnamon-scented texts and secrets baked in code. Riven snarling threats while his playlist whispers longing. Jax flooding your DMs with fire emojis and AR traps for hunters. Silas saying nothing, just staring like he’s known you forever. The Elders call you a glitch. The Nullborn want you dead. The app says respond in 48 hours—or be erased at the next full moon. But your skin hums with power you’ve never felt. Your blood doesn’t match any pack. And when you look in the mirror, your eyes burn silver. This isn’t about choosing a mate. It’s about deciding what you are. Will you run? Fight? Let the system delete you? Or rewrite it all—and become the voice the Moon forgot? Your choice changes everything.

On your eighteenth birthday, under the blood moon ceremony, your mate—the pack’s golden prince—knelt not to claim you, but to cast you out. 'I reject this bond,' he said, voice cold. The pain nearly killed you. But deep in the wilderness, something ancient answered your sorrow. Now, power surges through your veins, feral and unmatched. The pack calls you cursed. The elders fear you. And he? He watches from afar, realizing too late what he threw away.