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

His bed lay untouched, the space beside it cold. A dull ache bloomed in my chest before I could stop it. I pressed a hand there, annoyed with myself, and swung my legs over the side of the bed just as a knock sounded at the door.


I almost laughed at myself. The mate bond really would be the end of me if I let it. I'd felt this pull before. The wanting. The attachment that sank its claws in deep and refused to let go until there was nothing left but damage.


The next time I let a bond win, my blood would stain an altar.


I would not live long enough for longing to be anything but a liability.


Chapter 52 - A Deal With Devil