Semua Bab Caged By The Cruel Alpha : Bab 1 - Bab 7

“Get up, runt. Now.”The boot connected with Wren’s ribs before she could move. Pain exploded through her side, sharp and familiar, and she bit down on her tongue hard enough to taste copper. She didn’t cry out. She’d learned that lesson years ago—tears only made them hit harder.“I said get up.”Wren pushed herself off the cold stone floor, keeping her eyes down as Mara, the head omega, loomed over her. The older woman’s lip curled in disgust. “Alpha Kaine wants every female in the great hall. Every female. Even worthless half-breeds like you.”Wren’s hands were still raw from scrubbing the kennels, her knees bruised from six hours on stone. But she nodded, tucking a strand of dark hair behind her ear. “Yes, ma’am.”“Clean yourself up. You smell like dog shit.” Mara’s nose wrinkled. “Not that it matters. No wolf would look twice at something like you.”She swept out, leaving Wren alone in the servants’ quarters—a windowless room barely larger than a closet, with a thin mat on the flo

Dawn came cold and grey, and with it, Cain Voss.He didn’t come to her room himself—that task fell to two of his warriors, large men with hard faces who escorted her through the pack house like a prisoner. Which, Wren supposed, she was. Just because the cage had changed didn’t mean she was free.The courtyard was chaos. Horses stamped and snorted, wolves in human form loaded supplies onto wagons, and in the center of it all stood Cain Voss, a dark pillar of stillness amid the storm.He saw her the moment she stepped outside. Those silver eyes tracked her approach with unnerving focus, cataloging every detail—the clothes Thorne had given her, the bruises on her face she hadn’t been able to hide, the way she held herself like a creature ready to bolt.“Who hit you?”The question caught her off guard. “What?”“Your face.” He stepped closer, and she had to fight the urge to back away. “Someone hit you. Who?”Was he… angry? On her behalf? The idea was so absurd Wren almost laughed.“It doe

“I don’t bite, you know.”Wren froze in the doorway of Sera’s room, caught in the act of hovering like a coward. The sick woman was sitting up in bed today—a good sign, according to the pack’s current healer, though Wren suspected “good” was relative.“I wasn’t—” Wren started.“You’ve walked past my door seventeen times in the last two days.” Sera’s dark eyes sparkled with weak amusement. “I counted. Either you’re obsessed with that particular hallway, or you’re working up the courage to come in.”Heat crept up Wren’s neck. She’d been doing exactly that—circling Sera’s room like a wolf circling prey, never quite committing to the hunt. She’d spent the last two days buried in her aunt’s journals, learning about the gift she’d been hiding her whole life.The things she’d discovered had been both illuminating and terrifying.“I’m not here to heal you,” Wren said bluntly, stepping into the room. “I can’t. Not yet. I just wanted to…”“See if I’m worth saving?” Sera finished. There was no a

“Get inside. Now.”Cain’s hand closed around Wren’s arm, and she found herself being dragged toward the pack house before she could process what was happening. His grip was iron, his face carved from stone.“Let go of me—” she started.“Vorik is here for you.” He didn’t slow down, didn’t look at her. “I don’t know how he found out you were here, but I’m not letting him anywhere near you.”“You can’t know that—”“He sent a message.” Cain finally stopped, spinning her to face him. His silver eyes blazed with an emotion she couldn’t name. “He said: ‘Give me the healer, and I’ll leave your territory in peace. Refuse, and I’ll burn Black Hollow to the ground.’”The world seemed to narrow to a single point. Wren’s heart hammered against her ribs, her breath coming in short gasps.“He knows,” she whispered. “He knows what I am.”“Apparently.” Cain’s jaw was tight enough to crack. “Which means someone talked. Someone told him you were here.”A traitor. There was a traitor in Black Hollow.Wre