Eira thought there could be nothing worse than being abducted by she-wolf traffickers, abused, tormented, and ultimately sold off to five powerful Alphas as nothing more than a breeder.

She was wrong. The worst was yet to come.

She was sold to the same five alphas who had ruined her life and were the reason for every torment she had gone through over the past six years. 

The Alphas were just as stunned to see her, yet they had no choice but to accept her for the sake of their pack’s future. Because pureblood she-wolves were rare, nearly extinct. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, and ensure the survival and strength of the next generation.

She hated them with every broken piece of her soul. And they hated her in return. 

The hatred was mutual. So what now?

Eira made a silent vow. She will make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they will taste it all.

But the Alphas had plans of their own. They will use her. Breed her. And when she was no longer of use… they will kill her.

But what will they do when the mysteries from the past start to uncover and lines of hatred start to fade into something else?

Was it too late to regret?

After Eira's incident, when she was still unconscious, I received a call.


In the dead of the night, a call I least expected at the moment.


I left the room and went to the end of the corridor to receive the call. I knew well what he had called for.


"So, is he dead or still hanging on to the small hope of life?" came the bastard's voice.


"What about your bitch and little bastard?" I gritted my teeth. "Until how long is that little blood going to last for them?"


There was a silence on his end, probably wondering how I knew it when Jason was not in a situation to talk.


He chuckled. "So that little bastard of yours started talking now?" I could sense the anger in his tone, though he tried to act cool.


Chapter 415 - I Wasn't Her First Choice