The Pack's Weak Omega Is the True Luna
"They called me broken. Defective. A stain on the pack bloodline. They had no idea I was their salvation."
Aria Thorne has been the Crescent Moon Pack's shame since birth—the only omega in three generations born without a wolf. No shift. No strength. No mate bond sensitivity. Just a fragile human body in a world where weakness means death.
For twenty-two years, she's endured the mockery, the abuse, the isolation. She's survived her Alpha father's disappointment, her sister's cruelty, and the pack's contempt. She told herself she could endure anything.
Until her fated mate, Kael Blackwood—future Alpha and the man she's loved since childhood—looks her in the eyes at the Mate Recognition Ceremony and speaks the words that shatter her: "I, Kael Blackwood, reject you, Aria Thorne, as my mate and future Luna."
In front of the entire pack. In front of the allied territories. He chooses her beautiful, powerful sister instead, calling Aria "a mistake of the Moon Goddess" too weak to bear an Alpha's mark.
The rejection should have killed her. The mate bond breaking should have stopped her heart.
Instead, something else breaks.
The cage around her true nature.
When Aria's blood hits the sacred ground of the Ceremony site, her scent erupts—ancient, intoxicating, impossible. It rolls across the territories like a shockwave, calling to beings that haven't walked the earth in a thousand years.
Three Ancient Alphas, the Original Wolves of legend, wake from their millennium of slumber. They were the first shifters, the most powerful predators to ever exist, cursed to sleep until their true Luna—the one destined to unite the fractured packs—awakened them.
Thane Silvercrest - the First Alpha, a savage warlord with silver eyes who conquered entire kingdoms before his curse.
Ryker Ashenmaw - the Shadow Wolf, an assassin prince whose power over darkness made him unstoppable in battle.
Caspian Nighthollow - the Seer Alpha, cursed with visions of the future that drove him to madness and isolation.
They emerge from the Forbidden Wildlands with one purpose: claim the Luna whose scent proves she carries the Original Bloodline—the first werewolf lineage thought extinct for centuries.
And she's wearing the face of the "weakest" omega in the territories.
Aria isn't broken. She never had a wolf because she was never meant to have just one. She's the True Luna, destined to command the Ancient Ones, and her power has been sleeping, waiting for the rejection that would shatter the seal placed on her bloodline at birth.
Now Kael realizes his catastrophic mistake. Her sister's betrayal runs deeper than anyone knew. And the pack that threw her away is about to learn that the girl they called powerless is the only thing standing between them and annihilation—because the Ancient Alphas bow to no one but her.
They wanted her weak. They needed her strong. Now they'll beg for her mercy.
