The Alpha's revenge

Ronan didn't know the meaning of mercy. He had clawed his way out of the grave they had thrown him into, survived the agony of silver poisoning, and rebuilt himself from the ashes of his own suffering. The night was his ally, the darkness his weapon. And tonight, he would wield both.

The Crimson Howl's stronghold lay ahead, nestled deep within the valley, protected by sentries that thought they were untouchable. But no fortress could keep him out. Not when his rage was the key to every locked gate.

Slipping past the guards with inhuman stealth, he reached the main hall. Laughter echoed from within, the sound of feasting and celebration. His hands curled into fists. They reveled in their victory, unaware that the ghost of their crimes had come to haunt them.

Then, he saw her.

Selene sat beside Darius, her dark hair cascading over her shoulders like silk spun from midnight. Her laughter was soft, almost hesitant. Her eyes-gods, those silver eyes-still held the depth of a storm, the same storm that once drowned him in love.

His wolf howled inside him, demanding retribution. But Ronan hesitated. He had expected to find a willing traitor, a queen who had chosen another king. Instead, he saw something else.

A prisoner.

Selene's movements were too controlled, her smile forced. And then, as if fate itself willed it, her gaze lifted-and met his.

Shock widened her eyes. Then, something deeper flashed within them.

Hope.

And Ronan knew that nothing was as it seemed.