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 mark slowly began to burn again, a slow sizzle on my skin before the true constant, nightmarish stinging would begin and I knew no one was here to stop it again. I looked past the oppressive pressing darkness, hoping for a glimmer of hope for the cell doors to open and for me to be told that the truth had been revealed. 


But I had learned long ago that the moon did not answer prayer—at least it didn't listen to mine. 


I wished instead again this time for a window but the moon had given me that before and I had chosen the embrace of a man that sooner let me perish that believe me. 


How many times would I trust a mate only for me to once again be left wanting. 


I bit down on my lips as the hurt amp up like a run up a hill to the peak the real torture out begin.


Chapter 36 - Blossoming Warmth