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)

​I pushed, channeling every scrap of Core energy left in my depleted reserves and shoved against his broad chest with both feet, using him as a springboard to propel myself backward. The distance between us widened—three feet, five, seven—and for a heartbeat, I felt victorious.


​My energy reserves hit empty. The Core sputtered out like a dying flame. I was falling backward through open air with nothing left to catch myself, the arena floor rushing up to meet my spine. All I could do was brace for an impact that was going to hurt. My arms came up instinctively to protect my head as the world spun and—


Chapter 64 - To Ironridge