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)

The ache was bone-deep, my muscles throbbing. Strangely, I found myself unafraid because I could feel the flesh of my torn throat knitting and mending. With every ebb of my sore muscles, the pain dissipated, one beat at a time. My simmering marrow cooled with every breath. The Core was healing me.


​Still, I knew that I would be haunted by what I had witnessed and experienced. The hazardous state of a pack house, the bodies, the carnage, and the strange woman who seemed to recognize me—yet called me by another name. Something I could only presume was a serial number. Forgetting the letters and numbers was not a risk; they had been etched into my psyche just like the rest of the day's events.


​Cheese whined where he rested beneath my calm, reminding me that he was here for me. I smiled, even if it elicited odd flashes of pain. I wished I could tell him, "I know."


Chapter 39 - Goddess?