Henry laughed, a harsh, ugly sound. “Oh, I think you know. For years, my father, Alpha Vorlag, was... fond of you. Very fond. So fond, in fact, that he blessed you with a son. An Alpha blooded son.”
He pointed a thick finger at Rhys, who was now standing near the platform, a strange, triumphant look on his face. “Rhys Veridian! Or should I say, Rhys Kaelen! My half brother!” My mind reeled. Rhys? Vorlag’s son? That’s why he never felt like one of us. Why he resented Papa. Why his eyes were that cold, pale blue....like the old Alpha’s. “It’s true, isn’t it, Juliet?” Henry pressed, his voice like a whip. “Alfred Veridian knew. He knew he was raising another wolf’s pup. A TRUE Alpha’s pup.” Mama was shaking her head, tears streaming down her face. “No.... Vorlag...he forced me—Alfred knew, yes, but he loved Rhys. He loved me..” “Love?” Henry spat. “An Omega loving an Alpha’s son? He was hiding him! Defying the natural order! And you, Juliet, you birthed a cuckoo in an Omega nest!” “Alfred did nothing wrong!” Mama cried. “He’s a good man!” “He was a fool!” Henry roared. “And a traitor for hiding Alpha blood! As for you, Juliet, your crime is clear. And for your daughter..” His eyes, cold and pitiless, landed on me. “She is the daughter of a traitorous Omega and a woman who lay with an Alpha. Her blood is tainted. Unclean.” “No!” I choked out. This couldn’t be happening. “Rhys!” Henry called out. “Your loyalties. Where do they lie? With this.... Family??” He gestured dismissively at Mama and Papa. “Or with your true blood? With your Alpha brother?” Rhys stepped forward. He looked at Mama, then at Papa, his face hard. Then he turned to Henry and knelt. “With you, Alpha Henry. My true brother. My true pack.” A wave of nausea hit me. Betrayal, so absolute, so cold, it stole my breath. My own brother. Mama let out a sob, a broken sound that tore through me. “Good,” Henry said, a satisfied smirk on his face. “Then you will understand why justice must be served. Alfred Veridian, for harboring Alpha blood and defying pack law, is sentenced to death.” “NO!” Mama screamed. Two guards moved towards Papa. He lifted his head, his eyes finding mine. Even through the pain, there was love there. A desperate, heartbreaking love. “Juliet Veridian,” Henry continued, his voice devoid of any emotion. “For your deceit and for tainting the pack with your questionable loyalties..death.” My world shattered. I couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. This was a nightmare. “And Selena Veridian,” Henry said, his gaze locking onto me. “Daughter of traitors. Her existence is an insult. She too will die.” The guards started to untie Papa. He was too weak to struggle. One of them drew a long, wicked-looking knife. I saw Mama lunge, a desperate, wild cry tearing from her throat. “Not him! Take me, not him!” It happened so fast. The flash of steel. Mama’s cry cut short. She fell. A dark stain spread on the ground beneath her. “MAMA!” The word was ripped from my soul, a raw, agonizing sound. I tried to fight, to get to her, to Papa, but the guard holding me was too strong. I thrashed, kicked, bit, but it was useless. Then another flash of steel. Papa slumped against the post, silent. Dead. They were dead. My kind, gentle Papa. My loving Mama. Murdered. Right in front of me. And Rhys ..he just stood there. Watching. His face impassive. A cold, dark rage, colder than any winter, filled me. It choked out the grief, the terror. It was a living thing inside me, clawing its way up. I stopped struggling. I went still. Henry was saying something, his voice distant. Something about cleansing the pack. About my execution. I didn’t care. All I could see were their faces. Mama. Papa. And Rhys. My silent scream was trapped inside me, a promise of vengeance that burned hotter than any fire. They would pay. Henry would pay. And Rhys...Rhys would suffer most of all. I didn’t know how. I was just an Omega girl, declared a traitor, about to die. But as they dragged me away, towards the river, I made a vow. I would survive somehow.... And I would have my revenge.“Oh, did that hurt?” I cooed, circling him like a shark. The scent of his fear, his pain, was pungentI was enjoying this. More than I probably should. But then, Roric had earned every second of this. He, and his father before him, had built up a rather large debt of suffering. I was merely collecting, with interest. “Don’t worry, little brother. There’s plenty more where that came from.” He tried to get up, scrambling, his face contorted in agony. I let him. Let him think he still had a chance. Then, as he staggered to his feet, I moved. A blur. A flurry of strikes, each one targeted, each one precise. His ribs, his jaw, his solar plexus. I broke him down systematically, clinically. I could feel his bones give under my knuckles, hear his breath hitching, his groans turning into whimpers. The pack was silent now, watching in horrified fascination. This wasn’t a fight. This was a dissection. An execution. “You see, Roric,” I panted, my own adrenaline singing, but my mind cold
AUSTIN _____ the moon, that cold bitch, hung fat and silver in the cavern’s artificial sky, its light painting the Great Clearing in shades of bone and ash. Perfect. A fitting backdrop for a slaughter. The pack was a restless sea of shadows and fear, their scent a cloying mix of anxiety and morbid curiosity. They’d come to see a show, the ignorant bastards . They were about to get one. Roric stood on the rock platform, trying to look like an Alpha. He just looked like a pig in a too-tight tunic, sweat already beading on his brow despite the cavern’s chill. His eyes, small and mean, darted around like a cornered rat’s. He was scared. Good. Fear was the appetizer. Pain would be the main course. And his death, the sweet, satisfying dessert. I stretched, slowly, deliberately, letting the satisfying pop of my knuckles echo in the sudden hush that fell as I stepped into the center of the cleared space.I’d stripped down to my fighting leathers, the familiar weight of them a comfort
“I, Austin of the House of Kaelen, first son of Vorlag, hereby challenge you, Roric, for the Alpha ship of this pack!” Austin’s voice boomed, echoing off the cavern walls. “By blood, by strength, by right! Do you accept my challenge, little brother? Or will you cower behind your paid thugs and let this pack continue to rot under your cowardly command?” The silence that followed was absolute. Every wolf in the clearing held their breath. This was it. The moment of truth. An Alpha challenge. A fight to the death. Roric looked like he was about to be sick. His eyes darted to Valerius, then to the crowd, then back to Austin. He was trapped. To refuse a formal challenge, especially one made so publicly, would be to admit his cowardice, to lose what little respect he still commanded. To accept...mmeant facing Austin Kaelen. The Exile The monster from their darkest legends. “You...you dare?” Roric stammered, trying to puff himself up, but he just looked like a frightened boar. “You, wh
“Look at them Austin,” I whispered, my voice tight. “They’re terrified.” “Good,” he rumbled beside me. “Fear is the first step towards obedience.” He took my hand, his grip firm, possessive. “Time to make our entrance.” He didn’t sneak in. He didn’t try to blend. He just....walked. Strode out from the shadows into the center of the clearing, pulling me along with him, as if he owned the very ground beneath his feet. A hush fell over the assembled pack. Hundreds of pairs of eyes turned towards us, widening in disbelief, in shock, in dawning terror. The murmuring stopped, replaced by a stunned, suffocating silence. “Well, well,” Austin’s voice cut through the stillness, calm, resonant, carrying to every corner of the vast cavern. “Quite the gathering, Roric. Expecting trouble?” Roric froze, his eyes bulging as he saw Austin. His jaw dropped. Valerius tensed, his hand instinctively going to the heavy blade strapped to his hip. “Austin?” Roric finally choked out, his voice a stran
SELENA_____The air in our damp little cave hideout was so thick with anticipation, I could barely breathe. Austin had been gone for most of the previous night, a silent, brooding storm. When he’d returned just before dawn, there was a new, chilling stillness about him. The scent of the forest clung to him, and something else… the metallic tang of resolve, sharp and cold.“Today freckles” he’d said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through my bones. His dark green eyes, usually so unreadable, held a glint of something ancient and predatory. “Today, we end the whispers and begin the screams.”My heart had hammered against my ribs, a frantic bird trapped in a cage. Today. After a year of relentless training, of living and breathing for this single purpose, it was finally here. Revenge. And the reclaiming of an Alpha title for the wolf who stood before me, my captor, my creator, my mate.“What’s the plan Austin?” I’d asked, my voice surprisingly steady. My hand rested on the hilt
“He’s going to make a mistake, Selena,” I panted against her neck, my rhythm faltering for a moment as an idea, sharp and clear, pierced through the haze of lust. “A public mistake. And when he does… we’ll be there to ensure everyone sees it.” “Austin please.....!” she gasped, her body arching, her climax building. “Not yet Freckles,” I commanded, my control reasserting itself. I slowed my pace, teasing her, tormenting her, drawing out her pleasure, her agony. “Patience. Timing. That’s what separates the Alpha from the brute.” I brought her to the edge, again and again, her cries becoming more desperate, more broken. Her body was a finely tuned instrument, and I was the master playing it, each note a testament to my power, my control. And through it all, my mind was working, sifting through the information Lisa and Marcus had brought, through Selena’s own observations, through Dante’s terrified whispers. A plan was forming, cold and precise. Roric was fond of public displays. H