Lynn thought she knew heartbreak—until she caught her fiancé in bed with her sister. Then she overheard the unthinkable: their plan to kill her and take everything she owned. She moved to Los Angeles, and try to took back her fortune, her name, and her life. She swore she’d never trust again—until she met Logan, her dangerously magnetic neighbor whose touch made her forget every vow. One reckless night with him changed everything. Now, with betrayal still burning in her veins and revenge driving her every move, Lynn begins to uncover a strange new power within herself. And Logan… hides secrets darker than she ever imagined. Because he isn’t entirely human. A werewolf? As her past collides with his supernatural world, Lynn must decide— will she destroy her enemies and reclaim her life, or lose herself to a love more dangerous than betrayal?

Six months. Lucian Hale kept me captive for six months. Six months as the plaything of Red Claw's spoiled heir. Six months of torture dressed up as obsession. When I finally escaped, I'd rather die than go back to him. So I jumped. But fate had other plans. A silver-haired stranger caught me—impossibly strong, devastatingly handsome, and far too gentle. He promised to take me home. He kept his promise. I thought home meant safety. I was wrong. My family held a memorial service for me. My sister wore my clothes. My room belonged to someone else. And when I told them what Lucian did to me, they didn't demand justice—they demanded silence. "It's complicated," they said. "Red Claw is too powerful." "Think of our reputation." They were ashamed of me. But I'm done being a victim. Done with silence. Done being owned. Lucian thought he could possess me. My family thought they could control me. My ex-fiancé thought he could pretend nothing changed. They were all wrong. Because the moment that silver-haired stranger touched me, something inside me woke up. Something wild. Something powerful. Something that whispers I'm meant for far more than being someone's prisoner or prize. The problem is: when he comes for me again—and he will—which brother will it be?

The moment I saw that photo, everything ended. Daniel said he was away on “pack business.” Then Amy posted a picture of the two of them wrapped around each other in Morocco—the one place he never had time to take me. That was all it took. One lie too many. One betrayal too deep. I didn’t scream. I didn’t beg. I walked straight to Priestess Grace and asked her to cut the Mate Bond—risk be damned. Then came the Lunar Festival. His grandmother dragged my name through the mud for not giving the family an heir. Daniel pretended to defend me… and minutes later, he was kissing Amy like I didn’t exist. The cheers around them blurred; all I heard was the breaking of something inside me. Later, Amy sent me a pregnancy test with a message telling me to leave him. Daniel denied everything, twisted everything—but I wasn’t playing this game anymore. I froze the money I’d been giving her. Hired a lawyer. Packed a bag no one knew about. Through all of it, Nathan, Daniel’s powerful uncle, kept watching me—quiet, steady, offering help I wasn’t brave enough to accept… yet. This isn’t about heartbreak. This is escape. Rebirth. A clean break from a man who turned love into a lie. One month from now, I’ll be gone. And he’ll never find me.