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 blood—and 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.

He turned away from me, his movements sharp and controlled. "You have until tomorrow," he said, not looking back. "You will come to the war room and you will answer every question I ask. You will prove you're the Silvermoth, or you will prove you're a liar." He paused at the door, his hand on the frame. "And if you try to take the coward's way out again, I'll drag you back from death myself just so I can kill you properly."


The door slammed shut behind him, and I was left alone with the echo of his words and the phantom pull of the bond still thrumming under my skin. My hands were shaking, but not from fear this time—from adrenaline, from anger, from the uncomfortable heat that had pooled in my belly when he'd said you are mine with such absolute certainty.


Chapter 20 - Betrothed