He called me barren in front of the whole pack. Then he threw me to the snow to die.
For three years I was Luna of Ashwood. I held the pack together while my mate’s eye wandered and the night the healers whispered the word barren, my Alpha rejected me under a blood moon, crowned a younger, fertile bride, and cast me out into the dark.
I should have frozen before dawn.
Instead, something came for me out of the white silence: a king older than the winter itself, with a wolf the color of bone and eyes like the storm before it breaks. Vesper Thane rules the Hiemal North from a castle carved of living ice. He is five years younger than me, colder than the grave — and the most dangerous creature in two kingdoms.
And he looks at the woman everyone discarded like she is the only fire left in the world.
He says I was never barren. He says I am something the oldest bloodlines have hunted for three thousand years — something that does not empty but pours. He says the rejection that nearly killed me was the best thing that ever happened to me.
He’s right about all of it.
He just forgot to mention the thing waking beneath the ice. The one that has been whispering my name while I sleep. The one that is so very glad I’m finally awake.
The Barren Luna is a full-length reverse age-gap shifter romance with a slow burn that turns scorching, a younger ice-king who would unmake the world to keep her, a heroine who earns her crown the hard way, and a hard-won happily-ever-after.
Complete romance with HEA; series threads continue. Book One of Wolves of the Hiemal North. Perfect for readers who love rejected-mate-done-right · older woman / younger man · touch-her-and-die protective heroes · frozen kingdoms and court intrigue · hidden powers and secret bloodlines · and a Luna who stops apologizing and starts ruling.
Matured content 18+
