A knife in the pregnant Luna’s belly.

All evidence points to the Alpha’s scorned concubine.

Althea didn’t do it.

But no one will believe the wolfless omega who was rejected, humiliated, and made his slave.
So she runs—straight into the Red Mist and into the jaws of the one creature that even the Alpha hunting her fears.

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Thorne Vargan, the Hellhound of the North Clan, swore bloody retribution on everyone responsible for destroying all he had ever known—especially the woman who beheaded his mother.

As fate would twist it, that woman’s daughter stumbles into his hellish domain…

And Thorne is not letting her go.

He claims her. 

As captive.
As leverage.
As vengeance.

But the fates have a different tale to weave as something in him hungers for her in ways far more dangerous than hate.

Her scent tempts him.
Her fear intrigues him.
Her secrets threaten to set his bloodand the entire pack system on fire.

And while Thorne pins her to his world with claws and shadow, the Alpha she fled is coming.

He wants his little omega back.m

Ivanna stepped into my office and sat opposite me.


Her eyes met mine—hazel darkened with hurt. "Now that we are alone," she said quietly, "you no longer prefer to call me by my title?"


Silence stretched between us, thick and unforgiving.


"I wish I could erase all of it," she continued, her voice unsteady. "The scars. The memories. The battles we fought side by side. Maybe then your dismissal would not shatter my heart into fragments." Her breath hitched. "I don't recognize the boy I used to play with before our pack was reduced to ashes. I don't recognize the man I helped build this clan with from what remained."


Against the incessant pulsing bond at the base of my chest—where my ribs met my stomach—a tide of guilt surged, born of memories I had buried but never killed.


"We were promised to wed," she said softly, "before we even knew what bonds and marks meant."


Chapter 49 - The Cloak