In a werewolf pack that despised weakness, Aphrodite learned to survive by staying quiet, keeping her head down, and enduring cruelty in silence. The Alpha heirs hated her. The future Beta and Gamma made her life unbearable. When she finally breaks and seeks freedom at the Moon Goddess temple, she does not find release.

She finds truth.

Aphrodite is not human at all. She is a rare white wolf, descended from an ancient Direwolf bloodline long believed extinct. The ritual meant to sever her ties awakens her wolf instead and with it comes the scent of five mates bound to her by fate.

The Alpha twins who once scorned her now cannot stay away. A human hunter walks beside her and proves that strength is not born of fangs or dominance. A cursed Wolf King holds the key to her past and her father’s imprisonment. And watching from the shadows is one who was never meant to interfere at all.

As gods fall, packs fracture, and war reshapes the world, Aphrodite must decide what destiny truly means. Is it submission to fate or the courage to choose her own path.

Love does not come in one form. Neither does power.

In a world ruled by gods and wolves, Aphrodite will become something neither ever expected.

Not a queen.

But the axis upon which the world turns.

The shock in Aphrodite's eyes when I pulled back haunts me as I take position on the far perimeter. The way she shook. The fear that replaced surprise. Not rejection, I tell myself. Fear.


Years of making her afraid of touch, of closeness, of vulnerability. Years of standing by while others hurt her, of participating in her isolation. And now I want to be the one she reaches for? The irony would be funny if it didn't make me want to tear my own throat out.


I press my fingers to my lips, chasing the memory. The skin there tingles still, hypersensitive to touch, as if her kiss branded me. Quick. Desperate. Apologetic. Everything I am when it comes to her, condensed into a single stolen moment.


Chapter 53 - What I Would Burn