Lycan king Stolen Moon Bride

Lina was never meant for crowns—she’s a healer’s daughter, “moon-touched,” and loyal to a small den that survives on grit, not glory. But one night, packlaw turns her into a prize: iron locked at her throat, a fresh mark above it, and a Lycan King who treats mercy like a weakness he can’t afford.

Grimhollow comes sniffing for her blood like it’s a map. Their scouts don’t look at Lina’s face—they look at the collar and call it a tether that sings, promising her body is the trail to something old, buried, and hungry. When Lina’s elder is taken and her den teeters on the edge of war, the only way forward is the King’s path—straight into enemy ground, toward a shrine tied to her mother’s secrets and a stolen “latch-piece” that could turn Lina into a door no one can close.

To survive, Lina must do the one thing she swore she wouldn’t: choose. Not pretty promises—public, pack-witnessed truth… and a claim made with dawn bleeding over the hill while something beneath the earth fights to stop it.