Claimed By The Blood Moon

She hid what she was for four years. One blood moon changed everything. Elara has a secret that could get her killed. She is an omega - and in a world where omegas are claimed, traded, and owned, she has spent four years pretending to be something else. No pack. No bond. No one who can find her. Then the blood moon rises. Her cover breaks. Her scent hits the air. And four alphas from four rival packs feel the pull at the exact same moment.
They should be enemies. They have been enemies. Their packs have been tearing each other apart for twenty years. But fate does not care about old wars. Kael is the pack enforcer. Covered in scars. Built from years of being used as a weapon. He does not do gentle. He does not do soft. But the second he touches her wrist at the gate road, something in his chest cracks open that has been sealed shut for fifteen years.
Riven is the exiled prince with silver rings and a silver tongue. Charming enough to fill a room and dangerous enough to empty one. He was building a plan for her before he ever knew her name. She does not trust him. She cannot stop thinking about him. Thorne does not speak unless he has something worth saying. He speaks with proximity. With patience. With the specific stillness of a man who has been waiting for something without knowing what it was - and has finally found it.
Nyx should not exist. The shadow wolves were hunted nearly to extinction. Being what he is carries a death sentence in three territories. He came anyway. He was always going to come. He can see the threads of fate between them - and his thread has been running toward her since before either of them were born. They cannot share her. They have no choice. The four rivals form a dangerous pact - protect her, or lose her to the packs that are already hunting her.
But protecting her means more than keeping her alive. It means standing between Elara and a world that has spent centuries deciding what omegas are worth. Elara has her own ideas about that. Deep in the forest, something ancient is waking. Something that has been imprisoned for sixty years - and has been waiting for exactly this moment. For a blood moon omega with four fated alphas and the most concentrated bloodline power the territory has seen in a generation.
It is not done waiting. And time is running out.