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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

I stood in a moonlit clearing, surrounded by towering trees that seemed to whisper secrets on the wind. Two figures approached from opposite sides of the clearing - one with piercing blue eyes that held the strength of an Alpha, the other with wild green eyes that spoke of untamed forests and freedom.

"Lyra," they called in unison, their voices achingly familiar. "Come back to us."

I reached out, trying to touch them, to understand why my heart ached at the sight of them. But as my fingers brushed their outstretched hands, the dream shattered like glass.

I bolted upright in bed, gasping for air, my heart pounding. Sweat plastered my silver hair to my forehead as I tried to make sense of what I'd seen. The men in my dream... I knew them.

Somehow, I knew them. But the memories slipped away like smoke, leaving me frustrated and confused.

"Asher," I whispered, the name feeling right on my tongue. "Lucian."

Chapter 40: Strange Dream