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

A week passed and there was no sign of Althea leaving her newly prepared room. The door remained locked, food being passed underneath. She refused further care and barely ate what was given. And every day, the dreadful churning in my gut grew louder and more gnawing.


"She is coming to terms with her loss," The crone's reassurance played in my head numerous times a day. "She needs space and time to heal." But I could see the trepidation in her one seeing eye, like she was just hoping that she was speaking the truth.


"Alpha?" A gravelly voice broken through my reverie. I raised my gaze to meet Zeta Riven's.


"Are you listening?" He asked, raising a brow.


I dragged a hand through my hair, sighing loudly before replying. "Not at all."


The Zetas exchanged glances, their ire barely concealed. "It is about the prisoner."


At the mention of Althea, the fog over my mind evaporated, my back straightening. "She is no prisoner."


Chapter 79 - Complete It