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)

The world froze to a screeching stop. The black wolf shifted back to its original form, and in its place lay—Alpha Darren.


​Beyond the jaw-dropping fact that Aurora had just spoken her first word aloud without telepathy, or that she had completely dispatched the cosmic invaders after a barrage of shattering truths, everything paled. All of it felt profoundly distant in comparison to this single, impossible revelation.


​The dead Alpha was alive. And he had been by her side the entire time.


​I exchanged frantic, disbelieving looks with my brothers, keeping my arms securely locked around Aurora as her hysterical screams fractured the quiet night air. She was completely unhinged, clawing feebly at the dirt, her ruined, bleeding vocal cords tearing further as she begged us to fix him.


​"Heal him! Please, just heal him!" she wailed, the sound scraping raw against my chest.


Chapter 142 - Goodbye