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Werewolves were born with a natural bond to their fated mates. When that bond broke, the pain was devastating. It haunted them, gnawing at their hearts and souls. My parents died fighting for the Alpha. They left me behind, and I was raised like a slave. I took a wolfsbane arrow for Adrian Blackwood, the Alpha's son. He held me close and swore I would be his one and only Luna. Then came the night of my awakening. Vivian Thorn, my so-called sister, slipped me a forbidden drug. So my awakening failed, and everyone thought I was useless. But fate had a cruel sense of humor. My fated mate was none other than Adrian. He rejected me in front of the whole pack. I coughed up blood and collapsed on the ground. He didn't even look at me and cast me out. On the edge of death, I awakened the Silvermoon bloodline, which hadn't appeared in three hundred years. And the Moon Goddess gave me a second fated Alpha, Kyle Ashford. Vivian's wedding and mine fell on the same full moon night. At her ceremony, Adrian watched my new Alpha mark me. The backlash tore through him. He refused to marry Vivian, ripped up the century-old treaty right there, and started a war between the packs. But he forgot one thing: I haven't formally accepted the break yet. Once the bond finally shattered for both of them, his real suffering would begin.