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.

Dawn comes too quickly and with unwelcome company.


I'm awake before the sun breaks the horizon, unable to shake the restlessness that's plagued me since Lucen's kiss. The memory sits heavy on my lips, a reminder of vulnerability I'm not sure how to process. My body feels charged with nervous energy, hyperaware of every sound in the pre-dawn darkness.


Beside the dying fire, Lyra sleeps peacefully for once. Cassian and Bastien are on watch at opposite ends of camp, their shapes barely visible in the gloom. The twins are somewhere nearby, I can feel them through the faint pull of bonds I haven't fully accepted yet.


Then the wind shifts, and I catch the scent.


Nightfang. Not scouts this time. Authority.


Chapter 54 - They Came for Me