
My pupils are pale purple. I was a tool for my adoptive parents, and every man would fall in love with me—except Alpha. He hates me, for he lost his family because of me. I ran away to get rid of him, but never expected that he had never forgotten me in the past five years. I found out that I actually have the supreme bloodline of the family heir, and I am destined to become the almighty Moon God. My amnesia was a conspiracy, and the wolf within me I’d lost is slowly coming back…

I was pregnant. Carrying the next Alpha. But my mate stood before our pack. He announced that another she-wolf was pregnant with his pup. “Claiming her baby as mine is the only way to protect them,” he swore. “When our pup is born, I will tell everyone the truth.” He lied. While my Alpha left to care for his mistress, his mother and my own family cornered me. They called me a slut and forced me to abort my pup. When my alpha returned, all he found was an empty home. He tore the world apart looking for me.

I had been married to my Alpha mate, Viktor, for ten years when the pack's healer finally confirmed I was pregnant. But when Viktor saw the report, he wanted to sever our mate bond. His Alpha aura erupted, shattering everything in our bedroom. My best friend, Alissa, snarled at me, telling me to get out of the pack. I fled back to my childhood home, where my parents offered comforting words, only to send me to a witch's coffin that very night. My eyes were open when I died, staring into the darkness, unable to comprehend why my pregnancy had become my death sentence. When I opened my eyes again, I was reborn at the very moment the healer was congratulating me. "Congratulations, Winona. You're pregnant."


My Alpha, Roman Valerius, brought home a low-ranking she-wolf from the pack. To accommodate her, Roman moved us into the damp, dark annex. But she fed our pup Soul Moon wine. When my Alpha found out, he dismissed my fears, calling me overreactive. But our pup died all the same. My heart turned to ash. I left and returned to my own pack. And my former mate, upon learning the truth, was consumed by regret.

My Alpha mate, to save his ex, gave her the Moonlight Elixir I’d sacrificed half my life force to create. I wept as I confronted him through our mind-link, but he just scoffed, "It's just a potion. The mate bond will keep you alive!" In that moment, whatever love I held for him turned to ash. I silently signed the papers to sever our mate bond, sacrificed the eight-week-old pup in my womb, and fled the territory. Six months later, a messenger from my family informed me that the woman who took my elixir was never sick. She’d traded it to our sworn enemies, the Ironfang Pack, for a lifetime of riches. As for my former mate, his curse had progressed to its final stage. His inner wolf was on the verge of fading completely. When we met again, he was a skeletal ruin of a man, confined to a wheelchair. He wept and knelt before me. "Verity, I'm sorry. I'm begging you, please forgive me... I won't survive the winter..." He sobbed, recounting our past memories, desperately trying to win me back. I lifted the now-cold cup of Moonlight Nectar and said softly, "Alaric, let me tell you a story..."