To werewolves, humans are maggots.
Aurora is a human trapped in a brutal pack, betrayed by her lover, sold into marriage with a man twice her age, and now accused of the ultimate sin: stealing the Moon Core, the relic that once chained the Wolf God Lycaon himself.
The Lycans descend upon her. Four ruthless sons of Lycaon; the Scions of Sin.

Greed. Pride. Lust. Wrath.
Each brother is one of the Original Sins made flesh. Each will sacrifice anything to keep their father imprisoned forever. The Moon Core is their only weapon and now a fragile human has absorbed it.
To them, Aurora is vermin. A thief. A disposable tool.
But the Core is alive inside her, awakening powers she was never meant to wield.
The brothers who swore to destroy her begin to crave her—body, soul, and every shattered piece in between.
Now they face the impossible: kill the maggot who could end their race… or surrender to the woman destined to unravel their empire and them. 

•Morally grey MLs
• Enemies to lovers
• Dark reverse harem 
• possessive alphas 
• betrayal & revenge 
• Angst 
• Smut (the Moon Core isn’t the only thing pulsing inside her)

​The person—because it was definitely a person—slipped on the soap and water spreading across the floor, and we hit the ground together in a tangle of limbs and momentum. My head spun as I tried to orient myself, tried to understand what had just happened, and then I looked up.


​Violet eyes below thick, arched brows. And a full beard made entirely of soap bubbles clinging to his jaw and chin, like he'd just emerged from a bath himself—because I had not realized I had wrapped my soapy hands around his neck.


​The laugh came before I could stop it—silent, but it had the same effect as a real one would. My shoulders shook while I scrunched my face, staring at the Scion of Wrath covered in Cheese's bathwater and wearing a bubble beard like some kind of absurd warrior king.


Chapter 42 - Laughter