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 nearly extinct, rare, coveted, and vital. Only they could bear the offspring of powerful Alphas, ensuring 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 would make them feel every brutal torment she had suffered. Every scar, every tear, every cry in the dark, they would taste it all.

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

Sitting on the toilet seat, I let out a quiet breath of relief. Roman was gone.


'Why is he caring towards me all of a sudden, when in the past all he used to do was bully me every chance he got, as if I was nothing but a tool to pass his boring time? He must want to fuck me. That's all this is. He's just making sure I recover quickly so they can all use me the way they want.'


I looked around the bathroom to see if I could find anything useful, but there was nothing. I needed something potent. Something that could kill me in an instant.


Every werewolf feared it. I was sure they had silver blades or guns with silver bullets. Kael was the Alpha. He had to have something. Maybe in his room. Maybe locked in his office.


Chapter 19 - Questioning Eira