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 room froze, even as the sharp crack of the slap continued to echo—once, twice—off stone and steel.


Ivanna stood motionless, eyes wide, watching in real time as her cheek bloomed red, the imprint of four of my fingers burning into her skin.


For the first time in my life, I wasn't the one being struck.


My mind echoed command after command, each subconscious voice louder and more aggressive than the last. 


My thighs shifted, my knees buckled, trying to force me to kneel. 


"How dare you—" Ivanna screeched, high enough for me to flinch, her hand came up—and shifted—to claws. 


All bravery drained out of me in an instant as the claw came for me. All I did was brace, I didn't move or attempt to stop it. 


Chapter 43 - Convulsion