Alpha Ronan Veyne divorced me in front of his entire pack. He called it duty. His council called it necessary. The woman waiting to take my place called it mercy. I called it the end. For three years, I was the quiet wife at Blackthorn Hall. Too human for the wolves. Too weak for the Luna's seat. Too easy to set aside when a better-bred woman arrived with a prettier smile and a stronger bloodline. Then Ronan took off my wedding ring, and something ancient woke beneath my skin. By sunrise, the dragons were searching for me. By the next blood moon, the kingdoms that mocked me would kneel. Ronan thought he was divorcing a powerless wife. He had no idea he was releasing a queen.
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