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Chapter 1

They told my mother I wouldn’t survive the night I was born.

The red moon hung above our den like a bleeding eye, casting shadows that made even the bravest Alphas pray. Midwives whispered one word again and again like a death sentence:

Cursed.

Blood Moon births were rare. And Omegas born beneath them? Stillborn always. Our bodies weren’t made to handle the wild, untamed frenzy the Blood Moon brought. Not the scent. Not the fever. Not the primal chaos that came with it.

But I survived.

And tonight, on my eighteenth birthday, I wished I hadn’t.

Because tonight, I burned.

It started slowly. A dull ache beneath my skin. A low thrum in my belly that hummed like a war drum, getting louder with every breath. My bones felt too tight for my body. My nipples peaked beneath my thin nightdress. My thighs trembled, slick and unsteady. I couldn’t breathe without tasting iron hot and sharp on my tongue.

I thought maybe I was dying.

Then the scent hit.

Not mine.

Theirs.

Alphas.

I staggered out of the healer’s hut into the cold night air, but it did nothing to cool me. The moonlight painted the village silver, and my scent coated everything like fog.

Villagers froze where they stood.

One man sniffed the air and hissed through clenched teeth, “She’s in heat.”

The way he said it, raw, desperate, ravenous, made my stomach twist.

I took a step back, heart hammering.

But it was already too late.

They smelled me.

The first Alpha lunged before I could scream.

He was older, silver streaked through his beard, but strength still coiled in his limbs. He grabbed my wrist like a starving man and shoved his face into my neck, groaning low and guttural. His breath seared my skin.

“Her scent… by the gods… her heat”

Another Alpha collided with him, snarling, teeth bared. The elder was flung aside, bones cracking as he slammed into a stone post. A third joined, fists flying, claws ripping.

They weren’t fighting me.

They were fighting each other.

To mount me. To claim me.

To survive me.

I tried to run.

But my knees buckled. My thighs were slick, my muscles trembling. Heat licked its way between my legs, thick and molten. My core clenched violently, empty and craving. I whimpered as pressure built and built and gods I was wet. So wet.

The scent of blood and lust only made it worse.

Someone grabbed my hair rough, possessive.

Then a roar: “Don’t touch her!”

Claws tore flesh from bone.

I collapsed into the dirt, moaning, half-conscious, my body still pulsing for a touch, a claim anything.

I saw it through blurred eyes.

An alpha tore another’s throat out just to get closer to me.

And something inside me broke.

My fear. My shame. My restraint.

Because at that moment, I wasn’t afraid anymore.

I was starving.

I came right there on the slick ground, shivering, panting like an animal. My body convulsed, needing more, needing him, needing something to end the ache inside me.

And still…

They kept coming.

The Elders hit me with three tranquilizer darts to the neck. Even then, I thrashed. Screamed. Begged.

Four guards, each alpha-blooded, silver-shielded, dragged me into a steel cage lined with silver thread. My wrists were bound. My legs were strapped open with iron cuffs. But they didn’t touch me.

They couldn’t.

Any who got too close nearly lost their minds.

They moved me to a hidden holding pit by nightfall.

Alone. Burning. Dripping. Cursed.

I bit into my hand to distract myself. Nothing helped.

Not the cold water they threw on me. Not the chains rubbing against my thighs. Not the corner of the cage I humped like a mad thing in the dark.

The heat didn’t break.

It escalated.

My body clenched rhythmically, uncontrollably, as if my Alpha was already there inside me, taking me apart.

But no one came.

No one dared.

I don’t know how long I suffered like that. Time blurred into a haze of heat and hunger and pain.

Eventually, voices filtered through the bars.

“She’s not going to survive this.”

“She was born under the Blood Moon. This isn’t normal heat. She’s not an Omega…”

“She’s something else.”

“She needs to be removed. Locked away.”

“Iron Howl Prison.”

The name silenced them all.

Where monsters rot. Where death is mercy. Where the worst of our kind go to be forgotten.

And where an Alpha named Kael is said to be chained like a beast.

The next morning, they loaded me into a silver-lined transport cage.

Still wet. Still moaning. Still unsatisfied.

No guard would ride inside with me.

Even armed. Even armored.

They sealed me in. Drove in silence.

As the wheels rumbled beneath me and the forest blurred past, something deep in my chest stirred.

A pull.

Threaded. Powerful. Ancient.

A connection. A hunger.

It wasn’t coming from me.

It was calling to me.

From the prison.

From behind the walls.

From him.

Kael.

The monster Alpha.

The one they whispered about.

The one no Omega survives.

My throat released a broken, helpless sound: half sob, half moan.

My body clenched like I was already being filled. My heat flared even higher. Slick dripped down my thighs.

Was he there?

Was he waiting?

Would he take me apart?

Would he end this?

God help me.

I hoped so.