The Rise of the Scarface Luna

Rejected by her husband Roderick and branded the ugly wolf of the pack, Lyric Harper walks into a faceless bar where no one can see her cry. A masked stranger sits down, calls her princess, and offers one night with no names and no tomorrow. She takes it. Five years later, her family's debt forces her into a contract marriage with Jaris Dreadmore, the cold Alpha of Darkspire, a man said to be more terrifying than death itself. When the doors open, she recognizes him instantly: the stranger from the bar. He walks past her without a glance.

She would have stayed invisible. But a tiny hand grabs hers in a corridor—Jaris's daughter, begging her to save her convulsing brother. Lyric's hands move as if guided, and the boy goes still. That rare siphon healing power is exactly what the Dreadmore bloodline needs, and the contract suddenly has weight: she heals the children, the debt is cleared, one year only. Marta, the mother of Jaris's children, watches her with cold hostility. Zarath, a rival with an easy smile, bets he can have Lyric in his room within seven days—and Jaris doesn't refuse the wager. Then comes a drugged cup of tea, a hallucinated kiss caught on video, and a mate who calls her a tool, not a human. The ground keeps shifting under her feet. But each betrayal pushes her closer to the truth of her own identity, to the darkness Jaris has carried for years, and to a conflict that stretches far past the walls of Darkspire. She claws her way from discarded outcast to Supreme Luna, and when the dust settles, the four of them are a family. The scars are gone. What remains is something she never thought she'd have.