Althea Nocturne is nothing but a wolfless omega rejected by her Alpha mate and framed for murdering his unborn heir.
With a pack baying for her blood and nowhere left to run, she flees into the one place no wolf dares tread: the Red Mist, where the Hellhound of the North makes his den.

Thorne Vargan is a creature of shadow and vengeance, the son of a Witch Luna burned alive by Althea's own mother. He swore to destroy everyone responsible and when Morgana's daughter stumbles bleeding into his hellish domain, he sees his chance.

He claims her as a captive. As the perfect tool to gut the pack system from within.

But the bond doesn't care about his plans for retribution. It doesn't care that she's the daughter of his enemy. It thrums for her with a fury that threatens to consume them both 

Her scent tempts the beast he's barely controlling, her fear feeds something he thought long dead while she bears secrets that could unravel everything he's built.

And while Thorne keeps her caged, the Alpha she fled is coming.
He wants his little omega back.
But Thorne isn't letting her go.

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~Excerpt~

"Because," he said, his voice dropping to a husky growl that made my core clench, "my restraint is going to shatter if you keep touching me."
The words hung in the air between us.
I looked down, following his gaze, and saw it, the unmistakable bulge pressed against his pants, hard and straining.
My pheromones.
They were affecting him.
"I would like to take you up on your offer," he muttered, his voice rugged, tipping into ravenous.
Confusion whirled through me. "What offer?"
"The kiss," he whispered. "Not a peck, Thea."
My heart ceased beating, liquid fire filling my veins.
"I want tongue.”

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Dark paranormal romance
Morally Grey ML
Forced proximity
Captor/Captive
ENEMIES to lovers
Fated mates
Angst
Smut

"Fuck him," she whispered in my head, the weight pressing against my temples. "Our power will know no bounds. His touch awakened me. His cock will ignite me. It is the fates of mates." 


The hairs on my arms rose, confusion and helplessness clawing at me. Were wolves like this? Were they all so vulgar?


"I am more than a wolf." She cut in. "They will know what we are soon enough." 


I swallowed past the painful lump lodged in my throat, dread wrapping around my spine. I did not want this; Did I? 


The exchange in the meeting chamber played in my head, my body still buzzing with adrenaline—I had never barged into anywhere my whole life. I had never taken a room and forced them to listen to me. I had never held a table with a jab being tossed my way. 


"That is just a taste," Her voice slithered in, smooth silk. "We can do so much more now." 


My heart lurched with foreboding and—excitement. I gulped it down. 


Chapter 80 - Fuck Him, for Power