The position of Luna was something almost everyone envied—if only they knew the responsibilities that came with it.
Camilla had been with her beloved husband for five whole years, and their married life was as normal as it could be.
His pack always came first, but she never minded.
He was a germaphobe, wearing gloves even during their most intimate moment. She didn’t complain.
Not until he brought a woman home—someone who should have been a prisoner, yet he insisted she would never.
Fight after fight, argument after arguments. Finally, she’d had enough.
If she couldn’t change HIM, she might as well CHANGE him.
To everyone’s surprise, the Luna, who was down to her feet and never expected to rise again, became the mate of two Lycans!
[My first werewolf novel, please support)
