To werewolves, humans are maggots.
Aurora is a human trapped in a brutal pack, betrayed by her lover, sold into marriage with a man twice her age, and now accused of the ultimate sin: stealing the Moon Core, the relic that once chained the Wolf God Lycaon himself.
The Lycans descend upon her. Four ruthless sons of Lycaon; the Scions of Sin.

Greed. Pride. Lust. Wrath.
Each brother is one of the Original Sins made flesh. Each will sacrifice anything to keep their father imprisoned forever. The Moon Core is their only weapon and now a fragile human has absorbed it.
To them, Aurora is vermin. A thief. A disposable tool.
But the Core is alive inside her, awakening powers she was never meant to wield.
The brothers who swore to destroy her begin to crave her—body, soul, and every shattered piece in between.
Now they face the impossible: kill the maggot who could end their race… or surrender to the woman destined to unravel their empire and them. 

•Morally grey MLs
• Enemies to lovers
• Dark reverse harem 
• possessive alphas 
• betrayal & revenge 
• Angst 
• Smut (the Moon Core isn’t the only thing pulsing inside her)

She was not facing me when I stepped into the infirmary. Picking up on my mood, the medics exited the room—leaving me with her alone. When the last medic stepped out, closing the door behind them, she finally turned around to meet my gaze.


​Her neck brace held her head at an odd angle; her lip was busted, her skin pale and littered with bruising and cuts. Stitches adorned her body, and she looked like she had been mauled altogether. Even now, the smell of wolfsbane permeated the air between us as I closed the distance.


​"How are you feeling?" I asked, trying to force more inflection into my voice to keep her at ease.


​I simply nodded, assessing her for something I had no name for. "I am sorry about what happened to you," I said.


​She dipped her head, her eyes growing sharper. I noted that.


Chapter 61 - Questions