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

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

Either way, I moved quickly, grabbing a plate with pancakes, a glass of juice, and some French toast to take out to Eira.


"You only care about that bitch," Lucian scowled, as he stood up and instructed me. "Wait here."


He walked back into the kitchen, pulled out Fluffy's eating bowl from the cabinet, and poured in some dog food before handing it over to me.


As he returned to his seat, Rafe couldn't resist. "Were you worried for your pet or that bitch?" he asked with a smirk. "Fluffy does have a habit of stealing food from others' plates."


"I don't want him being fed by that bitch," Lucian replied coldly. "My pet, my responsibility."


I let out a sigh as I walked to the door. This bastard and his endless excuses.


Anyways, Eira was going to love eating this pancake once more. And I was not wrong. The moment I placed the dish on the table next to her chair, she quickly looked at it. 


Chapter 66 - First Heat Cycle