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)

​A sharp, static distortion rippled across her miniature face, her smile flickering over the broken glass on the floor.


​"They played with me whenever I got really, really sick from it," she whispered, her smile faltering just a fraction as she looked down at the crinkled letter in her small hands. Her fingers tightened around the paper. "The doctors said not all the kids get that. Just me. Because I'm special to them, like they are to me too."


"Because I'm special to them, like they are to me too."


​Alpha Darren's face shifted, a rare, soft warmth breaking through his rigid, clinical mask as he leaned down and playfully pinched both of her cheeks. "Yes, you are, sweet pea. Very special."


​Aurora giggled, squirming on his lap and swatting weakly at his large hands, her small fingers still carefully protecting the crinkled letter.


Chapter 130 - Truths Untold