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.

My final words to him threatened to clog my throat, but as he nodded, I knew I had said the right thing—no matter how bitter it tasted on my tongue.


The door closed, and I knew better than to try anything. I was alone with my rambling thoughts and the silver chains that still buzzed against my skin.


My eyes caught a glint, and I followed it—a key.


My gaze snapped back to the closed door as I realized he had left it behind for me to unchain myself. Without hesitation, I used it on my shackles.


With a click of the lock, I let out a breath of relief as the first shackle fell away from my ankle. Then the next—


Something slipped free from the space between my ankle and the second shackle.


It fluttered as it fell, light and wrong, brushing my skin before landing on the floor.


Chapter 45 - Letters And Shackles