They think she’s a myth. A prize to claim. A body to breed.

“Cute. Let them try.”

Living among humans as “Astrid”, selling potions and pawning herbs to keep her ailing father alive, Rhiannon Astrid Vale has mastered the art of survival—hiding her claws, her scent, and the dangerous secret nestled in her blood. 

She’s not just a werewolf. She’s alpha-born. And worse? She can hear every filthy, possessive, broken thought a wolf dares to have about her.

When a hunt for rare herbs spirals into a nightmare, Rhiannon is captured and dragged into the brutal world of werewolf politics on an auction block. Sold to the infamous Bloodfang Pack—a council of five rival alpha brothers barely held together by blood and violence—she becomes the most valuable prize in existence.

To them, she’s a rare, breedable, power incarnate.

To her? They’re five obsessions waiting to be unravelled.

Because Rhiannon isn’t just rare—she’s the living legacy of the she-wolf who cursed their kind two centuries ago. Her blood holds the key to saving or dooming every last one of them. And whether the curse breaks or burns depends on one thing:

Who she chooses.

Trapped between dominance and desire, with five alphas clawing for her body and her loyalty, Rhiannon doesn’t beg. She seduces. She manipulates. She makes them burn for her until they’re ready to tear each other—and the world—apart.

But as passion twists into something terrifyingly close to love, and every kiss threatens to unravel her defences, Rhiannon faces a brutal choice:

Burn the pack from within to save herself...
Or let herself be devoured by five alphas who would bleed the moon dry just to keep her.

She came in chains. She might just leave crowned in blood.

I didn't have time to fully process the weight of the blades in my hands when another knock echoed at the door.


I didn't need Ravyn to tell me who it was.


My wolf snarled. Don't open it. Or better, open it and gut her.


I set the dagger back down with care, walked to the door, and opened it just wide enough to meet her gaze—perfectly painted lips, golden curls pinned like she was still attending court, and that signature expression: sweet with a hint of poison.


"Well," she said, looking past me into the room. Her smile thinned. "You've been busy."


I leaned against the doorframe, unfazed. "Not busy. Gifted."


Her eyes snapped back to mine, the polite mask faltering just slightly. "You're settling in nicely, I see."


I offered her a slow blink. "Why wouldn't I be? After all, Kael made it clear—no one touches what's mine again."


Chapter 71 - Processing...