She walks among humans at Oxford, but she is no mortal. Cursed with immortality and the hunger of a wolf, she has lived centuries alone, packless, hunted by desire and haunted by a past she cannot escape. Even in the lecture halls and quiet libraries, her presence draws eyes she cannot ignore. But the Moon has other plans. A bond, long forbidden, stirs beneath her skin, one that could awaken a power the world has never seen and challenge every rule of dominance, loyalty, and love. In a world where legends are real, desire can be deadly, and the first wolf returns to claim what is hers, can she survive the curse... and herself?

"You can't always rely on yourself, Azazel. There's a reason why we're mates." "I don't want you as a mate!" I growled out. "Why couldn't the Moon Goddess give me someone who isn't like you? Why did it have to be you? Why?" "Then reject me already." His calmness was anything but comforting. We stood mere inches apart, our chests almost touching. "If you hate having me as a mate so much, reject me." Was he serious?? Did he really give me the chance to do this? "If you can't stand me anymore, reject me now and I'll set you free." I stared up at him and I could've sworn I saw how hurt he was flash through his eyes. Did I really want to do this? Of course I did but was it the logical thing to do? I guess I just had to find out. "I, Alpha Azazel of Black Chasm Pack and Alpha of all Alphas, rejec-" I didn't get to complete my sentence when Kruel crashed his lips onto mine.