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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 paced the length of my room, my mind a chaotic whirlwind of conflicting thoughts and emotions. The memory of Lyra's touch, her forehead pressed against mine, her power flowing through me, haunted my every waking moment. It was maddening, infuriating, and... intoxicating.

"Get a grip, Robert," I muttered to myself, running a hand through my disheveled hair. "It's just another game. Nothing more."

But even as I said the words, I knew they were a lie. The way Lyra looked at me, with compassion instead of fear, with kindness instead of disgust... it was unlike anything I'd ever experienced. And despite my best efforts, I found myself craving more.

A sharp knock at my door jolted me from my thoughts. "Enter," I called, schooling my features into their usual mask of indifference.

Chapter 41: Dangerous Games