Born with the rare ability to sense souls through scent, I can tell good from evil at a breath. But Alaric, the wolf Alpha everyone fears, doesn’t smell wicked at all—only bitter, cold, and painfully lonely. They mock me as the “Broken Luna,” a fool who can’t even sign her name, and my parents kept me hidden for protection. Still, destiny pushes me into Alaric’s frost-bound palace, where his terrifying image begins to crack. While others cover their darkness with perfume, I see a man alone in the cold. When I offer him cake, he warns, “The last person who gave me sweets wanted me dead.” I tilt my head and tell him, “I just want you to be sweet and live long.”
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