Mag-log inCatherine Hale was wolfless and broken. After her pack was slaughtered, she became a glorified slave to the cruel Crescent Pack. When the Alpha’s son, Ben, publicly humiliated on the mating ceremony night, shattered and numb, Catherine made a deal with the devil. She volunteered to become a spy in the rival Red River Pack. But before then, on that same night and in a moment of vengeful rage, she threw herself at a dangerous stranger in the shadows. She didn’t know he was Alpha Adrian, the same merciless alpha she was sent to destroy. One night of angry, explosive passion changed everything. Now trapped in enemy territory as the official treaty envoy, Catherine is playing the deadliest game of her life. Every touch from Adrian sets her on fire. Every secret she steals makes her question everything. And the more she tries to betray him, the deeper she falls into his bed… and his claim. In a world of blood, betrayal, and war, one thing is certain: Catherine will either return home with the power to destroy the Crescent Pack… or she’ll burn it all down at the side of the ruthless alpha who refuses to let her go.
view moreBrian was waiting with a fresh horse and a smirk that said he expected to receive my corpse back within the week.I mounted it without looking at him. Did not take the hand he did not offer. Got one foot in the stirrup and swung up clean, settled my weight, checked the reins. The horse was good. Better than Brian deserved to own.The stranger's cloak was folded under the saddlebag. I had not been able to leave it. I had held it in my hands for a long moment before dawn, because it was warm.The gates creaked open slowly.Snow clung to the ground in dirty patches taking me back to the night my whole pack was massacred. Same thing I am sure Brian has planned for Red River’s pack. The road ahead was pale and empty. I nudged the horse forward and did not look back and felt my heart settle into something steady for the first time since I had watched my father's head roll across white ground.Half a mile down the road I felt it.The same weight I had felt at the bonfire. A pressure between
He tossed the documents onto the mattress.I looked at them without touching them. An identity that was not mine, printed in clean ink on credentials that would get me through a border I had no business crossing. The leather pouch landed beside them a second later. I pulled it open and found a silver dagger, blade no longer than my palm, handle wrapped in dark cord."The blade is for emergencies you might come across on the road." He said it as an afterthought. "Don't get ideas about running. Scouts will be on your trail until you cross into Red River's territory. After that you're on your own."I turned the dagger over in my hand once, testing the weight, then slid it into the hidden pocket I had sewn into the stranger's coat three hours ago while the camp slept. The pocket sat flush against my ribs. You would not find it unless you knew where to look, and Brian had never looked at me carefully enough for that to be a concern."Anything else I should know about the monster?" Brian's
"I'll do it. I'll be your spy. Please. Don't let them touch me."The words came out smaller barely above whisper as the guard stepped closer. Brian raised his hand and the guards left without being told twice, their footsteps crossing the floor, the door clicking shut behind them. The room didn't get quieter exactly, just more concentrated. Just the two of us and whatever he was about to say next.He crouched down to my level. I watched his face arrange itself into satisfaction. He thought he had broken me tonight. He had only seen what I built for him to see."Red River's monster expects an envoy the day after tomorrow. Noon. Treaty talk." He tilted his head. His hand moved into my hair, brushing through slowly, and that was worse than being hit. I didn't know how to hold my face against a touch that looked gentle. "I need eyes inside his walls. You walk in as my ambassador. Smile pretty. Listen to everything Adrian says. Send me weaknesses, guard rotations, who he trusts, who he's
I stepped out of the trees wrapped in a stranger's cloak. The fabric was too large for me, pooling at my ankles, carrying a scent that wasn't mine. I kept my chin level and my eyes forward. My thighs ached with every step but I did not slow down. The ache was mine to carry. I had chosen it. The storage-room door stayed open. I noticed that first. The darkness beyond it was too still and my feet slowed, sensing the danger ahead. I took three steps inside, felt the cold of the room replace the night air, and then his voice slid out of the dark. "Smell that, boys? Our little wolfless whore finally got herself fucked." Brian sat on the same chair he always claimed whenever he came to play, his throne of rot and dominance, and a thin smile played on his lips. Two guards flanked him on each side, each pair of eyes already moving across my skin. My face stayed blank but my stomach dropped. Moon goddess. Not again. My blank face was not bravery. It was the only armor I had lear
“Got her,” one guard snarled. They caught me before I made the corner. Two sets of hands slammed me against the stone wall and held me upright like I weighed nothing. I twisted, spitting blood. “Get your fucking hands off me. Rejected or not, Ben will kill you both if you touch what’s his.” The
Minutes later the door opened.Brian stepped inside, closing it behind him with a soft click that sounded like a trap snapping shut.“Poor little Catherine,” he said softly, voice dripping fake sympathy. “Rejected right after being claimed. That must sting worse than the bite itself. To be honest I
The cheers slowly died down as Ben pulled his fangs from my neck and wiped my blood from his mouth with the back of his hand.I pushed myself up on shaky arms, every movement sending fresh fire through the mark he had just carved into me. My neck throbbed like an open wound straight to my soul. The
The drums hammered louder, matching the fear pounding in my skull.I stayed on my knees, my ribs throbbing from the kick Ben had landed when I twisted away from his hands. The silver chain around my throat pulled tighter with every breath. Brian stood on the dais like a king, arms raised to silence






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