THE EMBER CROWN: Bond to the Abandoned Luna
READING AGE 18+
**They threw her to the rogues to die. Now she's the only one who can save the pack that destroyed her.**
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Luna Raya remembers the scent of pine and blood as her mate thrust her—and their newborn pup—beyond the Darkmoon border. The child was born wrong. An *aberration*. And Alpha Stefan, her childhood sweetheart, her fated mate, chose his pack and pride over his family.
Left for the rogues. Left to rot.
But Raya does not rot.
She claws her way out of the wildlands, half-feral and bleeding, and disappears into the human world with nothing but her son and a rage she's learned to bury.
She works. She hides. She waits.
Until she catches the scent of Alpha Ivan Tempest.
Ivan is the spare heir to a dynasty built on cruelty—a powerful alpha trapped in a gilded cage while his sadistic brother prepares to inherit everything. But when their father issues a decree that will change the fate of the pack, Ivan finds himself in a desperate race he's already losing.
Then he meets Raya. And he makes her an offer.
*Pretend to be my fated mate. Stand beside me. Convince the pack we are bonded. In exchange, I will give you and your son everything you've been denied.*
She has been burned by one alpha's promises. She should refuse.
But the desperation in his eyes is not a lie. And for her son's health, she would bargain with the devil himself.
What begins as a dangerous charade ignites into something neither of them expected—a connection that burns hotter than any fated bond.
But in a world of wolves, deception has a price. And when enemies close in from all sides, Ivy must decide: remain the ghost they left to die, or become the wildfire that consumes them all.
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Perfect for fans of rejected mate romances, fake relationship tension, and heroines who burn brighter than the alphas who wronged them.
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Pity settled over Raya like a second skin as she turned away from the cluster of shifters and the broken Alpha at its center.
Wife almost always meant mate among their kind. She knew the particular hell of that severing better than most—the way the bond did not simply break but ripped free in jagged pieces, hollowing a person from the ……
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