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

The wolf with the baby turned, eyes wide with shock as she saw the blood blooming across my dress. For a heartbeat, she froze.


"There's no time," I hissed through clenched teeth, shoving her backward with my shoulder. "Move."


The nightmare came at me again, feral and enraged, but something in me had already shifted.


The pain did not recede, it hid to bend to the will of the adrenaline coursing through my veins. I would feel it all fully later. Probably when chains would adorn my hand and feet when Hollowhowl had me back. 


A hum began beneath my skin, low and insistent, vibrating through my bones like a second pulse. My vision narrowed, then fractured—brief flashes overlaying the present. Blood-soaked stone. Screams echoing off walls. Hands pinning me down. Teeth sinking in. Chaos, old and familiar, rising up to meet the new.


And in the anarchy of it all, I had no choice but to welcome it. 


Chapter 64 - Us