The Rogue Is A Female Alpha

Her career, her name, her identity to support her mate. She helped him rise to Alpha, built the pack's success from the shadows, and asked for nothing in return.

And what did she get?

They called her a rogue. An outsider. An orphan who forced herself into Alpha Nyroth's life in the name of the mate bond. To the pack, she was never the future Luna, just a mistake that refused to leave.

But what they didn't know?

The Alpha seat belongs to Nyroth only because of her. The pack thrives only because of her sacrifices.

And she's not just some castaway rogue.

Zephyrine is the last true blood Ashmere of the Ash pack. A bloodline of warriors feared and respected across the empire. A retired goddess of war, once hailed for driving back demons and saving the empire itself.

Now she's scorned. Disrespected. Forced to endure her mate's obsession with his childhood crush, all while being treated like filth by his family.

After five years of humiliation, Zephyrine finally demanded a rejection but Alpha Nyroth arrogant as ever, refused, convinced she would never leave him.

Then came him.

The cursed Lycan King. Lycannar Blood. Ruthless. Feared. A legend whispered in shadows. A shifter rarely seen, and when Zephyrine crossed his path, everything changed.

One glance. That's all it took.

Obsession bloomed in his chest like wildfire.

He's a king. A killer. A monster forged by trauma, blood and cursed. But in front of Zephyrine, he's a man willing to kneel.

And when Nyroth saw Zephyrine in Lycannar's arms, he went mad with jealousy.

When Lycannar saw Nyroth looking at her? He nearly tore his eyes out.

The battle for the gorgeous Woman won't be soft. But Zephyrine knows her worth.

Nyroth may be an Alpha. Lycannar may be a King but she is the Goddess of War and she will kneel to no one.