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.

After combing the Red Mist for two weeks and patrolling the borders of allied packs throughout that time, nothing came up.


There was less activity than before, which told me the allied packs knew to be careful after the attack on our own. They were not taking chances—no reckless hunts, no border skirmishes, no signs of provocation. Which meant there was no opening to find out exactly what had happened to Zeta Kael.


"If this continues, the allied packs will starve," Zeta Lysandra said after the patrol report had been studied. Her voice was just as unforgiving as it had been for days. "With no fresh kills during normal hunts, they will die out."


Not that she sounded particularly bothered by that possibility.


"And not like that would be a bad thing," Zeta Riven muttered, glancing over the parchment and squinting as though the words personally offended him. "But we need Kael back. This clan cannot lose another Zeta."


Chapter 38 - Inside Job