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?

Just then, there was a knock on the door and Jason opened it. The next moment, the tempting scent of chocolate pancakes filled the room.


Jason looked at her first and then at me. Seeing her crying must have made him quiet."Breakfast is almost ready," he managed to say somehow. "Come out."


I hummed and turned to her. "Let's go. Your favourite food is being made today."


I knew these things mattered very little compared to her pain, but we needed reasons to keep talking to her, to keep communicating—even when they seemed unimportant to her.


Among the five of us, he was still the most distant from her. I had been close to her since the day we brought her back.


Later, Lucian started to show a softer side by making her favourite food. Even Kael had softened, to the extent of taking her to his room—so unlike him. Rafe hadn't complained about her scent, and didn't distance himself from her these days.


Chapter 154 - Suspicious Rafe