She was sold as property. He ruled as a king who feared nothing. Until her hands touched a curse no healer could name. Luna Vale has known only one truth her whole life: she is nobody. A slave with no pack, no name worth remembering, punished in the market square for crimes she never committed. Then King Kael Draven, the most feared Lycan alive, pulls her from that punishment and drags her into his world instead. Kael is dying, slowly, from an illness the healers call a curse and the council calls a weakness to be hidden. The moment Luna touches him, the attacks stop. No one has ever survived doing that before. No one has ever asked why her blood works like a cure. The truth buried underneath the palace is older and more dangerous than either of them expects. Luna is not cursed. She is the last blood of a queen the kingdom executed two hundred years ago, and the same people who silenced that bloodline once will kill to make sure it never rises again. A forbidden bond. A crown built on a lie. A slave who was never meant to survive long enough to become a queen.