“Blurb: "Is this bitch dead yet?" My dear sister grabbed my hair, staring at my face-smashed to a pulp by her. Convinced I'd stopped breathing, they tossed my broken body into the warehouse-but only my brother secretly hid me away. Unexpectedly, my father found out I was still alive and led a pack of wolves to surround my hiding place. "Hand her over! She's nothing but A SPECK OF DUST!" my sister ranted outside the door. Rage burned in my chest, yet gravely injured, I could only lie there, helpless to resist. "WHO DARES TO HURT MY MATE?" A deep voice boomed suddenly. Two burly Alphas appeared abruptly. "We're late, OUR LUNA." They knelt by the bedside, their voices gentle beyond belief -Wait, did they mean "me" when they said "their luna"?”