To werewolves, humans are maggots.
Aurora is a human trapped in a brutal pack, betrayed by her lover, sold into marriage with a man twice her age, and now accused of the ultimate sin: stealing the Moon Core, the relic that once chained the Wolf God Lycaon himself.
The Lycans descend upon her. Four ruthless sons of Lycaon; the Scions of Sin.

Greed. Pride. Lust. Wrath.
Each brother is one of the Original Sins made flesh. Each will sacrifice anything to keep their father imprisoned forever. The Moon Core is their only weapon and now a fragile human has absorbed it.
To them, Aurora is vermin. A thief. A disposable tool.
But the Core is alive inside her, awakening powers she was never meant to wield.
The brothers who swore to destroy her begin to crave her—body, soul, and every shattered piece in between.
Now they face the impossible: kill the maggot who could end their race… or surrender to the woman destined to unravel their empire and them. 

•Morally grey MLs
• Enemies to lovers
• Dark reverse harem 
• possessive alphas 
• betrayal & revenge 
• Angst 
• Smut (the Moon Core isn’t the only thing pulsing inside her)

My lids finally lifted, and the first sensation that greeted me was heat—in my chest.


​Putting my hand to my chest, I forced more air into my patched lungs, my vision still swimming. I forced myself up, knowing that I would need to get to work before they woke. I balanced myself on two unsure legs, my knees threatening to buckle. My head weighed a ton on my neck.


​A jarring spark lit my vision, and suddenly, I could remember the final events from the day before:


Sonya speaking… to someone I could not see or hear—


​My knees finally caved to the pressure, buckling as I quickly tried to catch myself before I ended up kissing the floor. My hand caught the surprisingly sturdy table, but then I caught the glimpse of a sheet that I didn't remember being there the day before. I took a deep breath, waiting for my body to recalibrate as I shut my eyes.


Chapter 41 - Anchor