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 bloodand 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.m

That was all I could do to avoid running out the door, back to her, to answer her call. It still echoed in my head a day later. The previous day had blended into the next and now I was here as the sun crept into the sky, its obnoxiously bright light sneaking in through the window.


My thoughts cycled through going back there, or calming the fuck down—but none were possible at the moment.


I knew for a fact that if I went there, I would not be leaving. And there was no world where I would calm down if she did not open her eyes.


"Go back now! This is the Alpha's quarters!" Someone bellowed in the hall, snapping me out of my thoughts.


I had my mask on and out the door in an instant. 


The hopeful thought faded when I came face to face with the scene in the hallway. I stopped and watched, perplexed.


Chapter 78 - Thal