I died from exhaustion in a world that never wanted me. When I opened my eyes again, I was no longer a nameless office worker... I was the beloved daughter of a duke inside a novel I once read. But here's the problem: I'm not the heroine. I'm not the villainess. I'm just the "ex-friend" side character who was supposed to fade away quietly. That was my plan too- ...until I stumbled upon a black dragon's egg. Until it hatched and called me "Mother." Until it transformed into a child and dragged me into the center of every noble's gossip, every battle, and... every man's heart. Now the male lead won't stop appearing in my life, the second male lead keeps getting too close, and even the villain himself seems interested in me. And worst of all? The so-called heroine is furious that everything she wanted... is becoming mine. I never asked for this. But if fate insists on putting me in the spotlight- then fine. I'll shine brighter than anyone else.

In the age of heroes, gods, and war, the world forgot her name. Born under a bleeding moon, (Name) was the divine child of Nyx, goddess of night, and Aether, god of upper air and light-an impossible union never meant to happen. To hide the shame of their union, the gods misplaced her thread in the Loom of Fate. She was cast down to the mortal world, raised in the shadows as a girl with eyes like galaxies and power she never asked for. But fate doesn't forget. It waits. It obsesses. As a young woman, she marries Odysseus and Penelope in secret-three hearts bound in a rare and sacred union. When war calls Odysseus to Troy, (Name) defies every expectation and joins him, setting sail as his equal, his protector, and unknowingly, the object of everyone's unraveling. On this journey, (Name) becomes the eye of a storm she never meant to summon: • Gods fall in love with her. And not gently. • Demigods chase her like moths to divine flame. • Monsters let her live when they should have killed. • Penelope, back in Ithaca, becomes possessive and wrathful in her longing. • Odysseus loses battles from jealousy alone, afraid someone will touch what's his. Even the world itself seems to shift toward her: Islands tilt. Winds wail. The stars blink in rhythm with her breath. As the crew dwindles-not from war, but from obsession-fueled madness-(Name) begins to uncover the truth: The gods are not simply in love. They are desperate. The Loom of Fate has started unraveling because her misplaced thread has warped destiny itself. If she doesn't confront her origins... If she doesn't choose what she wants... The world may rip itself apart trying to possess her.