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 forced down the invasive, dangerous instinct screaming at me to run. My hand trembled as I reached out, breaking off a small piece of the heavy cake. Even if it was laced with sedatives—even if it was very well poisoned—I didn't care anymore. I put it to my lips.


​The taste hit me, and the world simply dropped away.


​It was so intoxicatingly rich, so sharp with the tang of real silver berries, that it felt less like food and more like a physical force. For a split second, I felt entirely weightless, as if my boots had completely lost their connection to the earth and left me levitating in the sweet meadow air. It tasted like better times—moments far beyond what my fractured memories could actually encompass.


Chapter 135 - Calm Before The Storm