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.

I forced air into my aching lungs, gulp by agonizing gulp, as I continued to writhe on the surface they'd managed to lay me on.


The faces hovering around me had lost all detail, the pain blurring their features into smudges I couldn't decipher through the tears streaming down my face.


My spine arched as high as the searing pressure would allow, twisting farther than I thought possible.


"Please, make... it... stop," my voice fractured, barely recognizable as my own.


"What's happening to her?" One of the deltas offered, though I couldn't focus enough to be sure. "Is it the mark? The one on her shoulder?"


"The brand," the crone 's voice, tight with fury I'd never heard from her before. "Someone's activating it from a distance. Pulling on the soul-bond."


"Can you stop it?" Thorne demanded, and I felt the bed dip as he moved closer.


Chapter 27 - His Touch