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.

Slade's smile split into his eyes as he lingered in the doorway, arrogance pouring off him in waves. "What, no welcome for your other half?" he drawled, his voice dripping with mockery.


"Can't I pay my darling older twin a visit in his frozen palace?" His smirk widened as he stepped in, silver hair gleaming like spun frost in the firelight.


"You have your own sun-drenched pack to rule, Slade. You're not needed here."


Blaze wisely edged toward the corner of the room, though the smirk tugging at his lips betrayed his amusement. 


Traitor. Always eager to watch the chaos instead of stopping it.


Slade's boots clicked against the tiles as he advanced toward my desk. "Still touchy, I see. What's the matter, brother? Reports piling too high? Or…" His eyes narrowed, a wicked spark flashing in them. "Is there another reason for your foul mood?"


My jaw flexed. "What brings you here at this hour?"


Chapter 44 - Alphas' Interests