Nine-year-old Krysta Watson was born an Alpha’s daughter. After her pack is massacred, she watches her brother, Lance, die at the hands of a man he called his friend. Obeying her brother’s final command, she runs, finding shelter in a quiet southern pack and burying her true identity. Believing her family is wiped out, she dedicates her life to one purpose: revenge.
Nathan Torres, the commanding Alpha of the north, is shattered when his best friend Lance’s pack is destroyed. He finds Lance’s body, tormented by his failure to protect him and ignorant of the killer’s identity. They search for Krysta, but when no trace is found, they mark her as another victim of the tragedy.
Nine years later, at a gathering hosted by her guardian Alpha, Krysta’s wolf screams for its mate—one of the visiting Alphas. But Krysta sees only Nathan Torres, the other man she holds responsible for her brother’s death. She immediately tries to sever the bond, but Nathan has spent nearly a decade searching for his mate. His interest burns hotter when he realizes this supposed Omega carries the scent of a hidden Alpha, and he is determined to uncover all her secrets.
With her revenge meticulously planned for years, Krysta is enraged when Nathan demands she accept their bond, threatening the peaceful pack that saved her. Trapped, she agrees to leave with him, submitting to his will but secretly vowing to carry out her revenge, even if it means destroying her own mate.
The truth of Krysta’s identity is a ticking clock, threatening to shatter Nathan the moment he learns his fated mate is the long-lost sister of the friend he failed to save. He’ll have to break through nine years of hardened hate to prove he was never part of the betrayal. As they unravel the conspiracy, Krysta will discover the ultimate treachery comes not from an enemy, but from her own blood, forcing her to lean on the one man powerful enough to help her claim justice.

Tomorrow marks my tenth birthday. The day I've been waiting for, training for, hoping for with every fiber of my being.


Please Moon Goddess, let everything I've done be enough.


"GIANNA!" My little brother's voice cuts through my thoughts as he comes running toward me on his chubby toddler legs.


"Hey there, Lance," I say, swooping down to catch him before he tumbles over his own feet.


"GIANNA!" Rhea shouts right behind him, her arms outstretched. I balance Lance on one hip and scoop up my sister with my free arm.


"Looks like you've got your hands full," Aunt Krysta says as she approaches, her belly round with their second pup. They've already told me they're naming her Ximena, after my grandmother. Ximena Isla. Grandma doesn't know yet, but I can already picture the tears that will flow when she finds out.


"I don't mind," I tell her honestly. Here in our territory, surrounded by our pack, nobody dares whisper about my parents being murderers. Nobody would dare.


Chapter 85 - Chapter 85 The Color of Failure