From Rejected Maid to the Lycan King's Queen

From the back cover

The clerk at the Registry couldn't look me in the eye when she turned the screen around.

My status didn't say "Luna" anymore. It said "Rogue."

My mate, Alpha Jackson, had secretly replaced me on the official paperwork three years ago with his mistress, Candida.

When I returned to the Pack House, Jackson didn't just bring Candida home; he brought a five-year-old boy he claimed was an orphan.

"This is Joey," he announced, his eyes cold and glazed over. "Since you are barren, he will be the future Alpha."

I tried to accept my fate as a servant in my own home, but they wanted me dead.

The boy, looking like an angel, brought me a bowl of soup.

"For you, Mama," he smiled.

But as I reached for it, he splashed the scalding liquid over my hands.

It wasn't just hot soup. It was laced with concentrated Wolfsbane.

As my skin sizzled and peeled, the boy threw himself on the floor, screaming that I had attacked him.

Jackson didn't check my burns. He didn't listen to my pleas.

"Submit!" he roared, using the Alpha Command to force me to my knees.

He made me apologize to the child who had just poisoned me.

That night, listening to Jackson mate with Candida in the room next to mine, the bond finally snapped.

They wanted the Luna gone? Fine.

I dialed a number I hadn't used in years.

"Hamilton," I whispered to the Lycan King. "I need a plane. And I need it to crash."