THE ROYAL LUNA

I was never supposed to be Luna material. I was the pack healer's daughter, comfortable in the shadows, content with a quiet life far from the politics of the throne.

Until the Lycan King himself claimed me as his mate in front of the entire Alpha Council.

King Ronan wasn't supposed to exist — a Lycan bloodline thought extinct for a century, resurrected in one man powerful enough to command every pack in the territory. His mate was supposed to be royalty herself, chosen from one of the founding bloodlines, groomed since birth for a crown I never wanted and never trained to wear.

But the bond doesn't care about bloodlines. It chose me.

Now I'm thrust into a world of political marriages, ancient rivalries, and courtiers who will do anything to see me fail — or disappear — before I can be crowned. Ronan says he wants me by his side, not the perfect Luna his council demands. But every enemy circling this throne knows exactly where to strike to break him: through me.

I came from nothing. I was never meant to rule.

But I'll be damned if I let anyone take the crown — or the King — away from me without a fight.