Selene's bare feet struck cold stone as she fled through darkened corridors. His pursuit felt inevitable, inescapable. When she rounded the corner, he materialized from shadow—slamming her against the wall with the full weight of his body. His hand stifled her gasp while the other braced beside her head, trapping her completely. Heat radiated from him like an inferno, and his scent—burnt cedar laced with cold steel and storm—flooded her senses with unsettling familiarity. "Selene," he whispered against her ear, voice raw and desperate. "Mine. You're mine." Terror flooded her veins. "No. You're mistaken." His fingers traced her jawline as though memorizing something sacred. "Your soul is imprinted on mine. I'd know it burning across any existence." "You're mad," she spat. He silenced her by crushing his mouth to hers, sealing a truth she couldn't deny. *** Selene's father ruled Moonveil as Alpha through brutality and fear. The four orphaned boys who survived his genocidal rise to power vanished—only to return as Alphas. Harder. Colder. Driven by vengeance. They stripped away his territories, his title, and finally his life. Selene was seventeen, innocent of her bloodline's sins. Innocence offered no protection. They didn't execute her. They enslaved her instead. Werewolves granted even omegas rights. Slaves possessed nothing. At eighteen, Selene awaited her wolf's awakening—the supernatural transformation that would define her future. The mate bond emerged instead. Not one. Four. The very Alphas who owned her. The ones who hated her. They never discovered the truth: Selene had never been wolf. As the mate bond consumes her strength, a darker reality surfaces. She descends from a hunted witch bloodline—the ancient enemy werewolves sought to exterminate. The captive they broke may possess the power to destroy them all. Her mates bear the mark of someone they gravely underestimated. The witch awakening in their chains may be the flame that burns them to ash.