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

While we waited for them in front of the fortress, the rest of the clan slowly began to arrive. I realized then that the other homes in the territory were behind the wide and high building that was the fortress.


It served as protection. The fortress would be the first place to be hit by enemies. Another element of the clan that I would miss. The higher ranks truly protected the lower ranks. It was not that way in Hollowhowl.


The pack house stood at the outerlands, the omega keep right at the mist's lip.


I found myself smiling, and the hell hound noticed. I could feel more heat radiate off him. He curled his large hand into a fist, cracking his neck like he was preparing for war. He wished to be rid of me.


His ire and irritation toward me would boil over soon enough, festering into a hate greater than the one he already bore.


Chapter 61 - Howling Nightmares