Rejected by my Alpha, Wanted by Eight Royal Pups

Eight years ago, my own brother poured Moonshade into my wine so the Heir Alpha could mark my sister at our bonding ceremony. I woke up tied to a rogue. I broke his nose and ran. Today, my brother walks into my borderlands camp like he expects me to wag my tail and follow him home — never mind the eight royal pups hiding behind my legs. They want me back as the Heir Alpha's kept omega. They want my sister to keep her crown. But the Lycan King has already smelled the lies on her. And me? I'm done explaining. I'm done bleeding. The Moon Goddess is finally listening — and she's hungry.