My hands shook as I read the letter, the weight of a long day at work still heavy on my shoulders.

Coming home to find a letter in the mailbox that made my heart race.

It was a summons from Ryker Blackwood, the Alpha of the Silver Mist pack.

"You have three days to return and reclaim your rightful position as the Luna of the pack. Failure to do so will force the pack to take severe actions."

A tremor coursed through me as my wolf clawed at the surface, causing my bones to ache and a cry of agony to escape my lips.

I yearned to shift, but my wolf was relentless, punishing me for the curse that bound me.

While other werewolves embraced their first transformation at sixteen, I was trapped at twenty-five, enduring daily torment while masquerading as a human, entangled with three mates from different packs.

Entering my room, I was met with chaos; the remnants of last night's attack lay scattered around me.

The rogue werewolves from the Crimson Claw pack, led by their merciless leader Vincent Farrah, sent chills down my spine.

This had become a grim routine over the past few months since they uncovered my true nature as a wolf.

To complicate matters, Vincent was my mate. I had rejected him, unwilling to be bonded to a rogue, but he resented my decision, turning into a persistent thorn in my side.

He was either scattering my home, his men were assaulting me, or he was forcing himself on me, and I felt trapped in silence, unwilling to drag anyone else into my mess.

The creak of the door pulled me from my thoughts, and I hurriedly tucked the letter away in the wardrobe among my clothes, hastily wiping away my tears.

It was Aaron Martins, my boyfriend and a formidable warlock who had been guiding me in managing my werewolf powers.

His gaze swept over the disarray of the room and landed on my bandaged arm, his expression darkening into a frown that made my throat tighten.

Aaron had a notoriously fierce temper.

In fact, he was the reason the rogues were hunting me down.

I had fled from my pack after a prophecy declared that I was to marry the oldest devil vampire as a peace treaty for an impending war, simply because I was an omega with an unawakened wolf.

During my flight, I encountered rogues in the woods who intended to kill me, but Aaron happened to be nearby and heard my cries for help, swiftly killing the rogues to save me.

After hearing my plight, he took me in and marked me as his own, claiming that with his warlock mark, I would be safe from harm.

Yet, the reality had been quite the opposite all these years.

“What happened to you?” he demanded, his voice laced with anger as I sniffled, trying to mask my tears while I took his bags from him.

Aaron worked for a powerful wolf whose name he kept secret, but I knew his primary role was to hunt down rogues; he was known as the rogue hunter in our town.

“Don’t worry about it,” I replied, but he tightened his grip on my shoulder and shouted, sending a shiver down my spine as tears spilled down my cheeks.

“I had an accident at work; I fell down the stairs, which is why I’m hurt. I went to the hospital, and the doctor said I’ll be fine,”

I stammered, my voice quaking as he shoved me to the floor, the sound of my bones cracking echoing in the room.

“You’re so clumsy and foolish, Sharon! You always have some excuse for your stupidity!”

He was speaking when his gaze fixed on the far corner of the room, and I could practically see the steam rising from his head.

In a rush of instinct, I dashed to the wall at the end of the room, knowing full well it wouldn’t provide any real protection.

“You haven’t been taking your portions?” he questioned, his fists clenching and unclenching, and I could sense the storm brewing.

Panic surged through me as I felt warm urine trickle down my thighs.

“A…aron, you…don’t get it, the portion…leaves me weak for days and…you know I have to work, so…”

Before I could finish, a sharp slap landed across my face, sending me crumpling to the floor as I shielded my eyes.

Just as he prepared to strike again, a knock at the door broke the tension. He growled in frustration before stepping away to see who it was.

The door creaked open and the imposing tall figure entered and I felt a shiver run down my spine as the events of that night replayed in my head.

Alpha Ryker.

The night of the full moon when I was in heat and gave in to my desires and slept with a stranger, a stranger who turned out to be Alpha Ryker and ever since then, he has been searching for me everywhere.

To complicate matters, I was pregnant, carrying a child whose father could be one of the three men; Ryker, Vincent or Aaron.

As soon as my gaze met Ryker's, a wicked smile spread across his face, sending chills racing down my spine.

“Who is she?” Ryker inquired, and I felt a lump form in my throat, deliberately steering clear of his piercing stare.

I couldn't fathom why he would pose such a question to Aaron when he was already aware of my identity.

“She's nobody, Alpha—just my little toy,” Aaron replied, and my heart plummeted.

I never imagined I would hear Aaron utter those words.

I had put up with his behavior because of my love for him, despite the daily torment he inflicted, but I could never forget the support he had given me, which is why I remained by his side.

“Your little toy, huh? How long has she been with you, and why is her wolf scent so faint?”

Ryker pressed, his jaw tightening with fury as I struggled to rise, but my bandaged arm made it impossible.

“She’s been with me for two years now, Alpha, and as for her wolf scent, she has a dormant wolf, Alpha Ryker,”

Aaron replied, and I noticed a flicker of fear in his eyes, which was unusual because the Aaron I knew never showed fear towards anyone.

"Get up!" Alpha Ryker shouted, and I hurriedly pushed myself to my feet, wincing in pain as I did so.

Neither of them offered assistance; they simply stood by, watching my struggle with a sense of satisfaction.

"So, this is where you've been hiding? I hope you received my message," he said, and I nervously fidgeted with my fingers, my breath coming in heavy gasps as I averted my gaze.

"I d...don't know what you mean,"

I stammered, lowering my head, but he swiftly grasped my chin, forcing me to meet his gaze.

In that moment, our eyes locked, and my wolf stirred within me, causing me to scream in agony as he released me.

"So this is your game? You're just a cheap whore? You sell yourself to men? You've been nothing but a plaything for my brother for two years, and you have the audacity to be shameless!" he shouted, his voice laced with fury and disgust.

I glanced around, confused about who he meant by his brother.

The last I knew, Alpha Ryker was a wolf and Aaron was a warlock. How could they possibly be related?

"W...what are you saying?" I asked, and Alpha Ryker let out a dark chuckle before responding.

"You've been sleeping with two brothers, you little slut!" he roared, slamming his fist on the table, and my eyes widened in disbelief.

How could this be true?

"Whatever happened between us was a mistake, Alpha Ryker! I was in heat, and I didn't know what I was doing!"

I begged, tears streaming down my face as I glanced between the two men, desperately searching for a way out.

“What’s happening here? You’ve been having an affair with my brother, and you call it a mistake? How dare you! How did you even meet?”

Aaron shouted furiously, unbuckling his belt as if to strike me. I began to cry out, but he silenced me with a finger pressed to his lips.

He turned to Ryker, his anger boiling over. “You’ve only been in town for three months, keeping a low profile. How did you two end up together?” he yelled, the veins in his neck bulging.

“It was completely unexpected. I started going to the club where she works because my wolf was restless, and then I saw her. I realized she’s my mate, and we’ve been together a few times. Three nights ago, I marked her,” Ryker explained.

“You did what?” Aaron shouted, his fists clenching and unclenching in rage.

“You heard me, Aaron. I marked her because it’s my right. I’ve been searching for my mate for ages, and besides, you have no right to be angry. You said she was just your plaything, right?” Ryker shot back, matching Aaron’s intensity while I watched the chaos unfold.

Seeing their focus shift away from me, I took the opportunity to make a break for the door, desperate to escape this nightmare.

I wasn’t ready to face death, especially knowing I couldn’t outrun their fury.

Just as I was about to take my first step, I felt myself yanked off the ground, and Aaron slammed me to the floor, hitting and slapping me mercilessly, hurling vile insults without a care for my well-being.

Just when I thought I couldn’t endure any more, I noticed Aaron’s body suddenly weakened. His eyes rolled back, blood spilling from his mouth as he collapsed beside me.

I gasped in horror, covering my mouth to stifle the scream that threatened to escape as tears streamed down my cheeks.

Ryker had just killed his brother Aaron because of me!

“Get up and come with me now!” Ryker commanded, and I crawled backward against the wall, shaking my head and pleading with him not to touch me.

I shouted, "You killed him!" He merely laughed, licking the blood from his fingers as he replied,

"He's not dead. He's a warlock; he can handle himself. Come with me now or I won't hesitate to make you!”

Ryker swiftly opened the car door for me, and I climbed in, feeling a mix of dread and confusion as he drove us to an unknown destination.

My mind was consumed by the haunting image of Aaron's lifeless face, making it impossible to focus on the road ahead.

What have I gotten myself into?

“Who’s the father of the child you’re carrying, me or him?” Ryker asked, his gaze fixed on the road, his grip on the steering wheel tightening.

I glanced around, wishing I could somehow escape through the window rather than confront that question.

The truth was, I didn’t even know who the father of my child was.

“I don’t know,” I murmured, barely audible.

He hissed in frustration, thumping the steering wheel a few times before accelerating recklessly, seemingly unafraid of the consequences.

I silently prayed to the moon goddess, hoping she would accept my soul and grant me a chance to make things right.

The tires screeched as we came to a sudden halt.

When I finally opened my eyes, relief washed over me, only to be replaced by panic as I realized we were parked in front of Vincent Farrah’s mansion. My breath caught in my throat.

What on earth are we doing here?

Vincent had kidnapped me one night after work, holding me captive for two days of torment before letting me go.

“Get out,” Ryker commanded. I hesitated, but the sight of his crimson eyes in the rearview mirror spurred me into action.

I quickly exited the car and followed him inside the mansion.

There, lounging on the couch with a cigar in one hand and a glass of liquor in the other, was Vincent Farrah.

As soon as our eyes locked, he broke into a wide grin, sending a chill down my spine.

I felt as if I had forgotten how to breathe; the room suddenly felt stifling, and I began to sweat.

“I see you’ve brought the little toy,” Vincent chuckled, exchanging a handshake with Ryker.

What in the name of the moon goddess is happening here?

“Welcome home, little wolf,” Vincent purred, and I struggled to find my voice, my eyes darting around in a panic.

“What do you mean? How do you two know each other? I thought wolves and rogues were supposed to be enemies?” I stammered, my gaze locked onto their icy stares.

“We are enemies. We keep business separate from pleasure, but we are also brothers, born of different mothers to the same father,” Vincent Farrah finally revealed, and my breath caught in my throat.

Aaron, Ryker, and Vincent are blood brothers?

“You're joking… this has to be a prank… please tell me it’s a prank,” I pleaded.

“No, sweetheart, this is your reality. You’re our mate, and we’re prepared to claim our father’s throne. He passed away a few months ago, and the pack needs us, just as we need you,” Ryker replied, shaking my resolve.

“No… I can’t marry you! Especially not you, Vincent! You’ve brought me nothing but heartache these past few months, and you expect me to run back to you? Over my dead body!” I shouted, my body trembling with tears as he moved closer.

“You don’t have a choice, little wolf. You belong to us, and you must follow our lead. You brought this upon yourself! If you hadn’t rejected me, you wouldn’t have seen my darker side!”

“I rejected you because you’re a rogue! I can’t be a rogue; the world out there is merciless! I’m weak and can’t protect myself!”

“Well, the good news is, you can’t reject us, and you really have no idea who you are, do you?” Ryker said, a smirk playing on his lips.

I didn’t respond; instead, I turned and bolted for the front door. Just then, I crashed into a solid chest, sending me sprawling to the ground and twisting my leg.

I looked up in pain to see Aaron, looking as vibrant as ever, as if he hadn’t been lifeless just an hour ago.

I stared at him, mouth agape like a fish out of water, and he extended his hand toward me.

“I’m not dead, Sharon. Warlocks never die. I’m sure you’ve met my brother, and he’s told you the truth. Welcome home.”

He said and caressed my cheeks tenderly and I closed my eyes and I felt oddly satisfied. He was my mate after all and it wouldn't hurt forgiving him.

I almost believed him, but then I recalled all the times I had endured his biting remarks.

A piercing scream tore from my lips as I felt my bones crack, and in that moment, I transformed into my wolf for the very first time.