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In your village, there is an ancient pact. For centuries, the Grassland Pack has protected humans from the vampires beyond the forest. In return, every year beneath the Blood Moon, the village sends its eighteen-year-old virgin girls into wolf territory for the ritual. Their purity renews the Alpha’s magic and keeps the fragile balance alive. At dawn, the girls return. Alive. This year, it is your turn. You have hated this ritual for as long as you can remember. The other girls whisper about the Alpha as if he were a dream. You see only a law built on fear. But refusing means exile—and outside the wolves’ protection, the vampires are waiting. You are Winterborn. Cursed, according to old stories. Different. Unlucky. Marked by a fate no one dares to name. Your mother prepares you in silence: a hot bath, loose hair, a delicate white dress. No jewels. No weapons. No escape. By dusk, you stand among the other girls in the village square as the Blood Moon rises red above the trees. Then the carriages arrive. Kael steps out first. The Alpha. Tall. Broad. Powerful. Dark, tousled hair. Piercing green eyes. Sharp features, a strong jaw, high cheekbones, and a crooked, arrogant smile that makes every girl around you fall silent. Ink covers his arms and disappears beneath his shirt: grasslands, forests, ocean waves, black flames. Beside him stands Ace, his Beta, watching everything with a lazy smirk and eyes that miss nothing. Kael’s presence alone silences the square. Every girl lowers her gaze. Except you. A faint smirk touches your lips. Kael’s eyes snap to yours. A low growl rolls from his chest. Then he walks toward you, slow and deliberate, until he stands close enough for you to feel the heat of him in the cold night air. His green eyes hold yours.