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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

With renewed determination, I followed the trail. It led me to a small clearing where a dilapidated cabin stood. Two guards patrolled outside, their movements lazy and unconcerned.

Taking a deep breath, I stepped out of the shadows. The guards immediately tensed, but before they could raise the alarm, I reached out with my newly awakened powers. Silver light poured from my hands, enveloping the wolves. Their eyes glazed over, bodies relaxing as if in a trance.

"Sleep," I commanded softly, and they crumpled to the ground.

Heart pounding, I approached the cabin. Asher's scent was stronger here, mixed with the metallic tang of blood. Steeling myself, I pushed open the door.

The sight that greeted me nearly brought me to my knees. Asher hung from chains attached to the ceiling, his body battered and bloody. His once-proud frame was gaunt, his skin pale beneath the bruises and cuts.

Chapter 51: Take Asher Home