The Rise of the Fallen Luna

I was meant to save the kingdom until the kingdom turned against me.

He killed my son to crown his mistress’s bastard. Now I’ll burn his world to ash.

They called me Selene Arkwell, the kingdom’s hope. I carried the prophesied heir who would unite the werewolf clans and end centuries of bloodshed. I was loved. Revered. Bonded to High Alpha Damon himself. I believed I was untouchable.

Until the night my guards were slaughtered. Until poison turned my limbs to stone. Until I lay half-conscious in my own bed and overheard the man I called husband plotting my death—and the death of our unborn child.

I should have died that night. That was the plan. Erase me, erase the prophecy, and crown his whore’s son in my place.

But fate has a cruel sense of humor. I lived.

And I did not come back as the fragile Luna they discarded. I returned with vengeance in my blood, shadows at my side, and a promise carved into the marrow of my bones:

He took everything from me. Now, I will take everything from him.

In this kingdom, love is betrayal and prophecy is power. And I will stop at nothing to reclaim my throne, my name—and the truth they buried with my child.