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

Two sides with me in the middle, with no idea in whose fate my fate lay—but at least they had made it out alive—


The moment of my sliver of victory curdled into ash before I could draw a full breath.


"Gammas!" Draven's voice cut through the chaos like a whip. "Surround them on all sides!" he snapped. "Get the girl and subdue the hell hound!"


My mother's cold hand reached for mine as the world slowed to a crawl. Her hands morphed into paws, clawing at my skin for a whisper of a second as the brigfade moved to cut out every possible exit, moving around us. A total wave of bared teeth and shifting bodies.


Thorne behind me morphed into a force of nature, his arm fighting around me, pulling me flush against him. It was the grip of ruin, the crushing certainty of a predator claiming its hard-won kill.


Chapter 66 - Aunty?