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.

The poison stared back at me, stirring in the tea like something living. I could have sworn I saw it swirling in the beige beverage, dark tendrils curling through the liquid like smoke, and the wrongness of it made my stomach turn even as my hands trembled around the warm ceramic. The cup felt almost comforting against my palms, and that terrified me more than anything else—the fact that I was considering it, that some part of me wanted the easy way out badly enough to ignore every instinct screaming that this was wrong.


I lifted the cup slowly, bringing it closer to my lips. The steam curled upward, bitter and metallic, and I could smell it now—the poison beneath the tea's surface, acrid and unmistakable. My breath hitched, my hands shaking harder, and I closed my eyes, trying to find the courage to either drink it or set it down, because staying frozen in this moment of indecision felt worse than either choice.


Chapter 19 - You are Mine