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)

​I continued to sit in the grass, tracing the uneven edges of the cake. My fingers hovered over the silver berries. After a moment's hesitation, I cut four neat, small pieces, placing them on the edge of the wooden table.


​I decided to be better than they were. Their awkward dance of contrition had been going on for weeks now, an exhausting display of eggshell-walking and silent pleas. I knew with absolute certainty that their groveling would never be enough—it could never erase the puncture wounds of the scars or the cold weight of the lies they believed—but I could at least grant them this small, bitter concession. I gestured faintly toward the table, offering the cake on my own terms.


​Before any of them could step forward, the temperature dropped to an absolute freeze.


Chapter 136 - AMALGAMATIONS