Eira thought there could be nothing worse than being abducted by she-wolf traffickers, abused, tormented, and ultimately sold off to five powerful Alphas as nothing more than a breeder.

She was wrong. The worst was yet to come.

She was sold to the same five alphas who had ruined her life and were the reason for every torment she had gone through over the past six years. 

The Alphas were just as stunned to see her, yet they had no choice but to accept her for the sake of their pack’s future. Because pureblood she-wolves were rare, nearly extinct. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, and ensure the survival and strength of the next generation.

She hated them with every broken piece of her soul. And they hated her in return. 

The hatred was mutual. So what now?

Eira made a silent vow. She will make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they will taste it all.

But the Alphas had plans of their own. They will use her. Breed her. And when she was no longer of use… they will kill her.

But what will they do when the mysteries from the past start to uncover and lines of hatred start to fade into something else?

Was it too late to regret?

Then Kael collected himself and continued. "If she were his mate, he would have fought to take her back from our pack instead of letting her rot in prison, and later fall into the hands of traffickers."


"That makes sense," I said. "No top-tier Alpha would ever let their mate be used by others. They'd rather kill her."


"Or," Jason added, his voice low and tense, "one can leave their mate to suffer only if the hate is so immense that no reason matters, not even if they love her deeply." He seemed lost somewhere as he said it, but then got back to his senses and looked at us. "If that's the case, he hates her and won't take her back—he only keeps the child."


Chapter 111 - Alpha Of RavenClaw Pack