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)

​Ilya looked so panicked it was frightening. His pupils were blown so wide they nearly swallowed the irises, and he began to shake his head with a frantic, jerky motion.


"No... no, I will not let that be done to me," he gasped, his voice thin and reedy.


"It is obvious you are suffering from something you won't share," I said, stepping closer, my shadow falling over him like a shroud. "As your Alpha, I am not asking. I am telling you—I will be your anchor."


"So you want to be my master?" Ilya countered, his voice rising in pitch as the panic took hold. "My tamer? You want to draw information from me like I'm some... some oracle? While I slowly wilt away? While I forget everything I am except for a mouthpiece to the gods that whisper into my mind?"


Chapter 120 - First Failure