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

Thorne's voice cut through the tension like a blade. "Let the others go."


Morgana's eyes narrowed, calculating, weighing her last shreds of leverage.


Thorne turned his head, surveying the North Clan wolves surrounding us. They had formed a wall of fur, fangs, bodies fraught with promised annihilation and restraint.. Every eye glowed in the darkness. Every muscle coiled, ready to strike at the order.


Her jaw clenched, teeth grinding, her face drained of all colour, forehead beaded by sweat. The silence stretched until finally, she spat the words like venom: "Release them."


My heart pounded in my throat as the brigade hesitated, looking to her for confirmation.


"You heard the man *release them*!" she snarled.


Chapter 71 - Gone