Always around Four

"They said a woman couldn't handle four mates. Watch me make them eat those words. " The night Kennedy's slap landed on my face, I thought I'd die in that gilded cage—until *they* came. Four sets of glowing eyes in the darkness, four pairs of hands pulling me from hell. Carl with his quiet rage, Barry's protective snarl, Devin's healing touch, and Ara... oh god, Ara, who licked the blood from my lips and whispered *"Mine"* like it was already law. They saved me. They marked me. Now they'll learn what happens when you awaken a sleeping goddess. Five years later, I'm a mother of twins, heir to the Moon Goddess, and the only living Luna to claim *four* Alphas as mates. The packs call it blasphemy. My men call it destiny. And the bastard who tried to break me? He's currently choking on his own blood in my foyer. The rules of our world are crumbling: - One mate is tradition. Four is revolution. - Moon-Blessed women don't submit—they *rule*. - And when you hurt what's ours? We don't kill you. We let our *daughters* do it. **To the packs who whispered I was cursed:** *You were right.* **To the elders who said I'd tear them apart:** *Watch how tight I hold them together.* **And to my four Alphas, currently pinning me to our bed:** *Deeper. Harder. **Again.*** **(A scorching polyamorous werewolf saga. Contains mature content, primal claiming scenes, and a Luna who rewrites the rules with teeth and claws.)** **For fans of:** - Reverse harem with *bite* - "Who's the real Alpha?" tension - Matriarchal power shifts - Moon magic & warrior priestesses - Unapologetically possessive male leads Warning: Reading may cause spontaneous howling, thigh bruises from gripping your seat, and an overwhelming urge to bite your partner's neck. Enter at your own risk.