A prophecy names one true moon. 
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Lyria has spent her entire life in the shadows — scorned, scarred, and invisible. The illegitimate daughter of a king who pretends she does not exist, she has learned to want nothing and expect less.

But when fourteen alpha suitors arrive to compete for her sister's hand, five of the most powerful men in the kingdom cannot seem to stay away from the girl they were never meant to notice.

Each one is powerful enough to shake kingdoms. Each one is drawn to her in ways that defy reason. But Lyria can only choose one, and the road to that choice will cost more than she ever imagined.

And Jacinta will burn the kingdom down before she allows Lyria to take what she believes is hers.

I leaned slightly over the bar, my hands folded carefully on the polished wood, my mask still in place, as I regarded Olly and the others with measured caution.


"Are you talking about the suitor candidates?" I asked.


"So… you're not talking about the suitor candidates?" I asked him.


Olly shook his head again, leaning closer, his hand resting lazily on the worn bar. "Nay, lass. Not the candidates, per se. 'Tis… the royal family themselves." His eyes darkened, voice dropping almost to a whisper, yet still carrying the weight of anger. "Can ye imagine it? They've the guts—aye, the utter audacity—to broadcast it, right in the capital, for all of us commoners to see."


Chapter 78 - Whispers of the Moon