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)

They faced me, my skin prickling with something far beyond the baseline horror that gnawed at my stomach. Something else tugged violently at my chest—a sudden, terrifying familiarity blossoming like a dark flower in the center of my mind.


​Their words left me completely perplexed, my thoughts spinning into a chaotic vortex. Children? Disciples? A fragment of a goddess inside me? It felt like they were speaking a language I was supposed to know, pointing toward a past I had no record of.


​I could feel my strength actively waning, the immense power required to hold the entire meadow in stasis bleeding out of me with every second that passed. A heavy, numbing ache began to creep into my thighs, and my lungs burned as if the air itself had turned to glass. The center core in my chest pulsed unevenly, a warning strike telling me the clock was ticking.


Chapter 139 - Centuries Ago...