A Luna's Fights

In a world where power is law and mercy is weakness, the Selvarion Pack reigns as the most feared of all wolf territories. Their Alpha is a legend whispered in dread—unbeaten in battle, merciless in punishment, and loyal only to strength.
Alpha Knox does not believe in fate, love, or the sacred bond of mates. He believes in control, dominance, and survival. Under his rule, the weak are either hardened… or broken.
And omegas are meant to be broken.
Eira has spent her entire life at the bottom of the pack’s hierarchy—unwanted, unshifted, and unseen. She has never felt her wolf, never heard the call of the moon, never shown even a flicker of power. To her family, she is a stain on their bloodline. To the pack, she is a burden that should have never survived childhood.
So when a debt must be paid, she is the first thing they offer.
Sold to the Selvarion Pack like worthless cargo, Eira is thrown into the den of the most brutal wolves alive. She expects torment. She expects hunger. She expects death.
What she does not expect… is the Alpha’s gaze locking onto hers like a predator finding its prey.
The pull between them is instant. Violent. Addictive.
His wolf prowls beneath his skin whenever she is near, restless, furious, desperate. And something deep inside Aria—something old and silent—stirs in response.
The air bends around her emotions.
Plants wither where she cries.
Wounded wolves feel strange warmth when she touches them.
And sometimes… when she is angry… things stop breathing.
No one notices at first. Not really. Because she is just an omega.
Just a weak, silent girl.
Just a debt paid in flesh.
But the moon seems to follow her. Wolves grow uneasy around her scent. And ancient symbols long carved into pack stones begin to crack, as though something forgotten is waking.
As enemies rise and blood spills across the pack lands, the Alpha begins to realize a terrifying truth—
The fragile omega he bought may not be a victim at all.
She may be the beginning of the end.