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 voice was male. It was broken in a way that spoke of weeks—maybe months—of isolation and fear.


​"Mum, please," the voice continued, cracking on the last word. "I heard the door. I know you came back. You promised you'd come back. You scared me."


​A figure emerged on a rickety wheelchair from the darkened corridor, silhouetted against the dim light filtering through shattered windows. He was gaunt, hollow-eyed. My chest constricted at the color of the whites of his eyes—violet. My eyes trailed down his arm to the IV sticking out of it, connected to a pouch of violet, simmering fluid sloshing on the IV stand with every movement he made.


​He clutched what looked like an old hunting rifle with shaking hands, the barrel pointed directly at us.


​"You're not her," he whispered, his voice dissolving into something between a sob and a snarl. "You're not my mum."


Chapter 94 - You Found Them