She never thought the seven-year marriage curse would happen to her. The moment she caught her husband cheating, she made him sign the divorce papers and walked away without looking back. Just as she was ready to rebuild her career, the powerful CEO who stood at the top of the business world entered her life with overwhelming confidence. In an empty conference room, he trapped her between the table and his strong arms, his deep voice filled with temptation. “Miss, before we discuss business, shouldn’t we settle an old debt first?” “What debt?” she asked, her ears turning red. He leaned closer, his breath brushing against her skin. “You saved my life when we were young. I planned to repay that debt…” He placed a contract before her and smiled. “Will you sign this, Miss? I’ll spend my lifetime making you mine.”
She hasn't spoken in thirteen years. Tonight, everything she has been hiding from finds her anyway. Ayla has survived by staying invisible. No wolf. No voice. No place in the pack that took her in after her family was destroyed. She kept her head down, stayed out of the way, and asked for nothing from anyone. It worked. Until the night of her eighteenth birthday changed everything. Her wolf awakens — sharp, sarcastic, and completely unimpressed with the situation. Her first shift happens alone in the snow, the way every important moment in her life has happened. And when she returns to the packhouse, three scents wrap around her like chains she didn't agree to wear. Three doors. Three bonds. Three mates. Kael — cold, commanding, already certain the world bends to him. Ryker — dangerous, sharp-tongued, and the one who told her to find somewhere else to sleep just hours ago. Soren — quiet, watchful, and somehow the most unsettling of the three. The future Alpha, Beta, and Delta of the pack. The last wolves on earth she would have chosen. Ayla felt the bond. She understood exactly what it meant. And she made the only decision that made sense. She ran. But all three of them have her scent now. And they are already coming. She survived thirteen years of silence. Surviving them is going to be something else entirely....
In her past life, she was framed by her scumbag ex and stepsister, destroyed in reputation, abandoned by everyone, and died with endless resentment. Reborn, she kicked the scumbag away and married a cold, paranoid, disabled tycoon. Everyone thought she would be tortured to death within three months. But the tycoon doted on her like a princess, fiercely protecting her and cruelly defeating those who wronged her. The world sneered: “He’s in a wheelchair all year—he can’t possibly make her happy.” The tycoon stood up gracefully: “Who said I can’t?” She secretly rubbed her waist, begging softly: “Honey, can I take a day off tonight…”
For five years, she played the perfect wife. On the day her daughter turned one month old, she finally woke up. Her husband gave all his care to another woman, yet demanded she be strong, independent, and never complain. That day, she flipped the table in public. “Divorce. I’ve had enough of this.” He only sneered. “Since when did you become so petty? Always talking about divorce.” Then she disappeared. And only then did he realize—without her, everything in his world began to fall apart. Nothing worked. Nothing felt right. Three years later, they met again at an international summit. She stood at the center of the stage, a world-renowned architect, dazzling everyone. Under the flashing lights, he dropped to his knees. “Come back… please.” She didn’t even stop. Arm in arm with another man, she walked past him with a faint smile. Later, he received a gilded invitation. At the wedding, the bride in white leaned into his own brother’s arms. He rushed in, eyes red— only to hear her soft, calm voice: “I was tired of being the understanding one. Now, I choose myself.”
In the third year of her marriage, she finally learned who her husband’s heart belonged to. The night his older brother died, her husband did not care that she was standing right there. He took a hard slap for the woman he loved. She knew he had married her because she was easy to keep. And she had proved it. So obedient, in fact, that even when she got divorced, she did it quietly, without disturbing him at all. He didn’t know she had already gotten the divorce decree. He didn’t know she was about to marry someone else. The day her breakthrough cancer drug took the world by storm, the whole world cheered for her. Only her ex-husband dropped to one knee, his eyes red as he begged for her forgiveness. “I was wrong. Please... look at me again.” She stepped back. And the heir everyone said was impossible to reach wrapped an arm around her waist and claimed her in one sentence. “Sorry. She’s getting married. To me.”
Willow Thornecrest stood outside the Moon Bond Registry for the third time, waiting to register her marriage to Alpha Heir Seth Fenrath. For the third time, he never came. Instead, he was with another woman. After seven years of loving Seth, defending him, and believing every promise he made, Willow finally realized the truth. No matter how much she gave him, she would never be his first choice. So she stopped waiting. Rather than calling her fiancé, Willow made a call that shook the werewolf world. "Alpha Marcellan, would you be interested in stealing another Alpha's Luna?" The powerful Alpha on the other end of the line was silent for a moment before replying, "I don't steal what's already mine." Everyone knew Alpha Randon Marcellan. Untouchable ruler of one of the strongest packs. The feared Alpha whose name alone could silence a room. A man who never broke a promise. What nobody knew was why such a powerful Alpha suddenly agreed to marry a woman abandoned by another man. While Willow quietly ended her engagement and prepared to start over, Seth remained confident she would always come back. She had loved him for years. How could she leave? Then the woman who’d chased him walked in standing beside another Alpha. The woman who had waited for him was wearing another man's mark. And the marriage certificate he thought would always belong to him bore a different name. Suddenly, he wanted her back. He dropped the excuses. Dropped the pride. And even abandoned the woman he’d chosen over Willow. "Willow," he said, voice desperate, "come back to me." She smiled and slipped her hand into Alpha Marcellan's. "Sorry. You should have arrived three promises ago." Now, one Alpha fights to reclaim the Luna lost and another refuses to let her go. Willow has to decide: does love deserve a second chance or do some regrets deserve to last forever?
