To werewolves, humans are maggots.
Aurora is a human trapped in a brutal pack, betrayed by her lover, sold into marriage with a man twice her age, and now accused of the ultimate sin: stealing the Moon Core, the relic that once chained the Wolf God Lycaon himself.
The Lycans descend upon her. Four ruthless sons of Lycaon; the Scions of Sin.

Greed. Pride. Lust. Wrath.
Each brother is one of the Original Sins made flesh. Each will sacrifice anything to keep their father imprisoned forever. The Moon Core is their only weapon and now a fragile human has absorbed it.
To them, Aurora is vermin. A thief. A disposable tool.
But the Core is alive inside her, awakening powers she was never meant to wield.
The brothers who swore to destroy her begin to crave her—body, soul, and every shattered piece in between.
Now they face the impossible: kill the maggot who could end their race… or surrender to the woman destined to unravel their empire and them. 

•Morally grey MLs
• Enemies to lovers
• Dark reverse harem 
• possessive alphas 
• betrayal & revenge 
• Angst 
• Smut (the Moon Core isn’t the only thing pulsing inside her)

We all stared down at the last thing the maggot had written before she'd been dragged by our gammas into the dungeons.


"Interesting," Karn purred in my mind, his voice thick with the same avarice that defined us both. "She's offering us a prize. The question is whether it's real or bait."


I wanted to see for myself. Needed to. Greed wasn't just my sin—it was woven into every thought, every impulse. I collected secrets the way dragons hoarded gold, and Aurora's mystery had been gnawing at me since the incident. Every plea, every silent stare, every action that contradicted her human nature. And now she was handing us a thread to pull. I'd be damned if I did not pull it.


She wanted us to search Sonya's quarters. As if we'd find evidence that our victim had poisoned herself. It was absurd. But absurd things had value when everyone else dismissed them.


Chapter 14 - Pockets Of Flowers