Pregnant, in my funeral blacks, and my Alpha is putting me on trial. He ripped our mate bond to give my Luna title to my fake-ass bestie. The Harrison pack wants my royal birthright. They want me on my knees. But right as the gavel fell—the blood moon lit up. My buried grandma, the Silver Queen, rose as a ghost wolf. The eclipse trial locked down, dragging traitors to the gallows and exposing their dirty secrets. The pack is shaking. And that home-wrecking bitch who stole my throne? She's nailed to the floor. Game over.