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Lyra has spent her life as a lowly slave in the Crescent Moon Pack, dreaming of escape. But on her eighteenth birthday, everything changes. Chosen as the pack's Luna and bound to the powerful and charismatic Alpha Asher, Lyra discovers she's a True Luna, one of the rarest and most powerful beings in the werewolf world.
As Lyra grapples with her newfound powers, her world is turned upside down by the return of Lucian, Asher's twin brother. Once unfairly exiled and branded a traitor, Lucian has forged his own formidable pack and now stands as an Alpha in his own right. His reappearance awakens something wild within Lyra, challenging her bond with Asher.
Caught between two irresistible forces, Lyra finds herself torn. Asher, with his commanding presence and unwavering determination to protect her. Lucian, exuding danger and rebellion, his very presence promising freedom and passion. Both Alphas are drawn to her, both claim her as their own, their rivalry threatening to reignite old wounds and shatter pack alliances.
But Lyra's awakening has attracted darker forces. Rogue werewolves hunt her, coveting the power of a True Luna for their sinister purposes. As war looms and long-buried secrets surface, Lyra must navigate treacherous pack politics, harness her unpredictable abilities, and choose between the two captivating wolves who've claimed her heart.
In a world where loyalty is everything and fate is written in the stars, can Lyra forge her own destiny? Or will the bonds of the past—and the allure of two powerful Alphas—drag her into a future she never imagined?

One True Luna for Twin Alphas

As the farewell feast wound down, I noticed something unusual. Asher, typically so composed, had been drinking heavily. His cheeks were flushed, and he swayed slightly as he bid the last guests goodnight. Concern flooded through me.

"Asher?" I approached him, touching his arm gently. "Are you alright?"

He turned to me, his blue eyes slightly unfocused. "Lyra," he said, his voice rough. "I'm fine. Just... tired."

I shook my head, slipping my arm around his waist to support him. "Come on, let's get you to bed. You've had a long night."

As we made our way through the halls, Asher leaned heavily on me. The scent of wine clung to him, mixed with his familiar pine and earth smell. It stirred memories of countless nights spent together, of the strength and stability he'd always provided.

We reached our chambers, and I helped Asher inside. As I turned to leave, his arms suddenly encircled me from behind, pulling me flush against his chest.

Chapter 29: Bonds of the Heart