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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

The soft morning light filtering through the curtains roused me from sleep. I stretched, my hand reaching out instinctively for Asher, but found his side of the bed empty. Blinking away the last vestiges of sleep, I sat up, scanning the room.

My eyes landed on Asher's figure, silhouetted against the window. He held a delicate crystal glass in his hand, filled with what I assumed was more wine. The sight made me frown slightly.

"Asher?" I called out, my voice still husky from sleep. "Why are you drinking again so early?"

He didn't turn around immediately, but I could see the tension in his shoulders. When he finally spoke, his voice was steady, but there was an undercurrent of something I couldn't quite place.

"Because I'm giving myself courage."

Before I could ask what he meant, Asher turned to face me. He set the wine glass down on a nearby table with deliberate care, then, to my utter shock, lowered himself to one knee beside the bed.

Chapter 30: Asher's Proposal