Betrayed by her pack. Sold by her husband. Poisoned since birth. "Julian, your scent reeks of fear, and your credit just bled out on the floor. Fold." I was the "Dud" of the Silver-Moon Pack-a wolf who couldn't shift and a Luna who couldn't lead. My husband, Julian, hated the very sight of me. He blamed my "weakness" for his failing pack and his bad luck. But I never imagined he would do the unthinkable. "I need a stake," Julian muttered, his eyes bloodshot. "One more hand. Five million. If you win... you take her." With those words, my life was tossed onto the table like a cheap plastic chip. Silas Thorne, the lethal High Alpha of the Shadow-Crest, didn't even blink. He flipped his cards-a Royal Flush-and just like that, I was no longer a wife. I was a debt. "You aren't a Luna, Seraphina. You're an asset," Silas said, his voice cold as ice. "And I always collect my debts." I expected Silas to be my executioner. I expected him to break what was left of my spirit. But as he drags me into his dark kingdom, the truth begins to surface: My wolf isn't weak. She's been poisoned. For twenty years, my pack fed me "medicine" that was actually a sedative to keep me from shifting. They didn't save me as a stray pup; they stole me from a bloodline they were terrified of. Now, the poison is fading, my true wolf is waking up, and the man who "bought" me is watching me with a hunger that feels like a mate-bond I was never supposed to have. Julian sold me to save his skin. Now, I'm going back to show him exactly what he lost. Book One