They think she’s a myth. A prize to claim. A body to breed.

“Cute. Let them try.”

Living among humans as “Astrid”, selling potions and pawning herbs to keep her ailing father alive, Rhiannon Astrid Vale has mastered the art of survival—hiding her claws, her scent, and the dangerous secret nestled in her blood. 

She’s not just a werewolf. She’s alpha-born. And worse? She can hear every filthy, possessive, broken thought a wolf dares to have about her.

When a hunt for rare herbs spirals into a nightmare, Rhiannon is captured and dragged into the brutal world of werewolf politics on an auction block. Sold to the infamous Bloodfang Pack—a council of five rival alpha brothers barely held together by blood and violence—she becomes the most valuable prize in existence.

To them, she’s a rare, breedable, power incarnate.

To her? They’re five obsessions waiting to be unravelled.

Because Rhiannon isn’t just rare—she’s the living legacy of the she-wolf who cursed their kind two centuries ago. Her blood holds the key to saving or dooming every last one of them. And whether the curse breaks or burns depends on one thing:

Who she chooses.

Trapped between dominance and desire, with five alphas clawing for her body and her loyalty, Rhiannon doesn’t beg. She seduces. She manipulates. She makes them burn for her until they’re ready to tear each other—and the world—apart.

But as passion twists into something terrifyingly close to love, and every kiss threatens to unravel her defences, Rhiannon faces a brutal choice:

Burn the pack from within to save herself...
Or let herself be devoured by five alphas who would bleed the moon dry just to keep her.

She came in chains. She might just leave crowned in blood.

"She lies!" Seraphina shot to her feet as her voice sliced through the tension, fingers clenched into the folds of her dress. "She must have come here with a purpose—manipulating the Alphas, claiming to be their mate, to manipulate all of us!"


She scoffed. "No one captured her. It was all just probably a ploy or something from her."


Elder Mauris remained seated, but his interest had clearly shifted.


"She bonded with five Alphas," Seraphina snapped. "That's not fate — it's a curse. Or a trick. A bond like that shouldn't exist. And we're supposed to just let her parade around this pack like she owns it?"


I said nothing because it was clear just how bitter Seraphina was, and she was trying so hard to manipulate. 


But right now, I didn't know her well much to guess but I knew the more she spoke, I'd find where she'd fucked up.


Chapter 23 - Trial 2