REJECTED THE ALPHAS, CROWNED BY THEIR KING

The night wolves burned Settlement Seven to the ground, Aria Voss lost everything. ‎Her home. Her people. Her twin brother Marcus, twenty-two years old, buried in ash and rubble while she dug his grave with her bare hands. ‎Most people would have run away. ‎Aria ran toward it. ‎Four months of tracking one burned document led her to one name, Vayne. The most powerful wolf pack in the region. A pack with an army, a territory, and a Supreme Alpha whose word was absolute law. ‎She crossed their border at midnight. Alone. On purpose. ‎Not to beg. Not to hide. To find the person who gave the order and make sure they answered for it. ‎What she didn't plan for was Kael. ‎The youngest Alpha pulled her from the dark instead of killing her. Hid her. Protected her. Taught her the world she had walked into, and somewhere in the middle of all that, fell in love with her. ‎She didn't plan for that either. ‎Then Damon arrived. ‎The heir. The eldest cousin. Cold, brilliant, and dangerous in a way that had nothing to do with his teeth. He looked at Aria once and decided he wanted what belonged to his cousin. ‎Not from love. ‎From pride. ‎And above them both sat Aldric, the Supreme Alpha. Ancient. Calculating. A man who had been moving pieces on a board for sixty years. ‎Aria thought she came to destroy the Vayne pack. ‎She had no idea the Vayne pack had been waiting for her. ‎Two Alphas will fight over her. ‎One king will claim her. ‎And the girl who crossed the border expecting to die will end up ruling everything.