Five years ago, her entire family framed her, and her husband William Parker silently consented, forcing the pregnant Emily Griffin to take the fall for her sister Isabella Morgan and go to prison. Five years later, on the day of her release, William didn’t come to pick her up. Instead, he was throwing a celebration, holding their son in his arms while standing beside Isabella—a picture-perfect family of three, sweet and warm. The twins she had risked her life to bring into the world—her son now called another woman "Mom" and cursed her as a murderer, while her daughter had tragically passed away, leaving not even ashes behind. Heartbroken, she demanded a divorce on the spot. But William shielded Isabella, accusing her of making a scene and embarrassing everyone. That very night, she drafted the divorce papers, relinquished custody, and walked away, returning to her career. Later, she revived her master’s legacy, reclaimed her title as the inheritor of porcelain restoration, and rose to global fame. Her senior brother returned from abroad, ready to go through fire and water for her. Even the arrogant young master who once swore to kill her began pursuing her relentlessly. Her parents fell to their knees, weeping and begging for forgiveness: "You’re our only daughter. Please come home." Her two older brothers, who once scorned her, now held her tightly, pleading, "We were wrong. Don’t disown us, okay?" Even her ungrateful son clung to her leg, throwing a tantrum: "Mom, I’m your real son! Don’t abandon me..." And that domineering man—William Parker—tore up the divorce papers right in front of her, eyes burning red as he cornered her against the wall: "Emily Griffin, in my world, there’s no divorce—only widowhood!"

Mate. Something every werewolf looks forward to. The thought of finding someone tailor-made by the moon goddess for you alone in the entire world is exhilarating. At least it was for me. For a while. I waited for what felt like forever. Everyone finds their mate once they turn eighteen. I'll be eighteen in a few days. I wanted to keep myself for my mate. To be pure but who was I kidding. Nobody could have prepared me for who my mate was. Not even my adoptive parents. The alpha's son. Maverick Tatum. The same boy I used to think of as a scum after watching how he treats the female in the pack. That same boy was my mate. I'm Ares Powers. My parents said they found me in the woods with my name engraved in the wood of the beads I was wearing. They have tried taking off the beads multiple times when I was growing up. They couldn't. They took me to the pack seer and he said only my true mate can help me remove the beads and unlock my wolf's highest potential. I wonder why my birth parents would want to keep my powers locked. The day I found out Maverick was my mate was the same day he rejected me. In front of everyone. The next day, I was banished from the pack. I swore to get my revenge then. But until then, I have to find a way to unlock my wolf's full potential because my mate turned out to be unreliable.

For eight years, Cecilia Moore was the perfect Luna, loyal, and unmarked. Until the day she found her Alpha mate with a younger, purebred she-wolf in his bed. In a world ruled by bloodlines and mating bonds, Cecilia was always the outsider. But now, she's done playing by wolf rules. She smiles as she hands Xavier the quarterly financials-divorce papers clipped neatly beneath the final page. “You're angry?” he growls. “Angry enough to commit murder,” she replies, voice cold as frost. A silent war brews under the roof they once called home. Xavier thinks he still holds the power-but Cecilia has already begun her quiet rebellion. With every cold glance and calculated step, she's preparing to disappear from his world-as the mate he never deserved. And when he finally understands the strength of the heart he broke... It may be far too late to win it back.