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)

​I could have simply walked up to him, helped him guide the loop over his head, and tied the knot for him. But I couldn't risk it. Closing the distance was a gamble I wasn't ready to take when my own body was betraying me with every breath I took.


​His Adam's apple bobbed as he swallowed, something fleeting and unreadable crossing his tight features. 


I took that as a sign and retreated another step, putting a much-needed buffer between us. I tried to ignore the way his eyes dulled—just a fraction—at the movement, and I gestured for him to mirror me.


​He watched me intently as I pulled the apron over my head. Then, his eyes flickered down to his own hands, his brows knitting in fierce concentration until he finally found the loop. 


He forced it past his head with more brute strength than the fabric required, like a toddler lacking basic coordination.


Chapter 77 - Citrus