I never wanted a pack. I definitely never meant to be an Alpha’s Luna. At nineteen, I walked away from my first mate and the future everyone thought I should want. No pack. No bond. No man with Alpha eyes telling me what to do. Twelve years later, I’m exactly what every Alpha hates— a rogue who can’t be controlled and doesn’t want to belong. I fix problems for packs, then disappear before anyone can get attached. No roots. No promises. No waking up with a mark on my neck I never agreed to. Then I crash—literally—into Cassian Reid. He’s supposed to be the next Alpha of Hollow Ridge: golden boy, perfect heir, everything I swore I’d never touch again. Instead, he’s infuriatingly kind, annoyingly patient, and way too good at making my wolf look back at him when I know I should keep walking. He doesn’t order. He asks. He doesn’t trap. He offers. Every step closer to his pack is my choice… and somehow, I keep saying yes. One night in a guest cabin “for safety.” One shared patrol “just in case.” One kiss I absolutely, definitely wasn’t supposed to want. I’ve spent twelve years promising I’d never let another Alpha close enough to claim me. So how did I end up with a pack at my back, his scent in my lungs, and the entire Hollow Ridge Pack whispering one word when I walk by? Luna. I never meant to be his Luna.