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?

"I want someone to hit him," I muttered with a frown.


Lucian, sitting in the front passenger seat, immediately punched Rafe in the stomach. It was not too hard, yet Rafe exaggerated the reaction. "Oops, I almost stopped breathing," he said dramatically, then smirked at me through the rearview mirror. "Surprise. I'm still alive, Caldwell."


Lucian glanced back at me. "Do you want me to drag him out and give him a proper beating?"


I shook my head. "I don't want to spoil my birthday by looking at a vampire's filthy blood."


"Your tongue is sharper than a knife," Rafe commented.


"Likewise," I replied as I stepped out of the car. "I want to walk."


The others followed me out. Roman and Jason, who had been driving another car behind us, stopped as well.


Chapter 350 - A Minor's Room