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

My body trembled under his touch, the relentless pump of his fingers pushing me closer to the brink, but it wasn't enough—not nearly enough.


 I needed more, needed him to shatter that iron control he clung to like a lifeline. With a gasp, I shoved at his shoulders, twisting away from his hand just as the coil in my belly threatened to snap.


Thorne's eyes snapped to mine, confusion flickering through the haze of lust, but I didn't give him time to react. I pushed him back onto the mattress, his broad frame yielding with a surprised grunt. 


Straddling his hips, I felt the rigid length of his cock straining against his pants, hot and insistent against my soaked core. My hands fumbled with his belt, yanking it open, then shoving his pants down just enough to free him.


His cock sprang up, thick and veined, the head flushed a deep purple from the pent-up blood. It throbbed visibly, a bead of pre-cum glistening at the tip. 


Chapter 90 - Taking The Reins