The Night He Threw Me to Rogues and I Never Came BackChapter 1

On my wedding night, my husband Kael forced me to drink liquor laced with a heat inducer, then threw me into a rogue den.

The drug plunged my body into a state of shameless, uncontrollable need.

I was pinned down by those feral rogues who had lost all reason, their bodies slamming into mine again and again in waves of agony.

And Kael simply stood to the side, watching with a cold smile.

As I drifted toward unconsciousness, I could not understand how I had gone from a bride that everyone envied to a she-wolf that anyone could use.

That year I was eighteen years old, and my father, Alpha Howard of the Red Moon Pack, had decreed that I would be assigned as Kael's chosen mate.

I had counted down the days to the ceremony with a full heart.

Because Kael had rejected his fated mate for me, and had sworn before the entire pack that he would be faithful to me forever.

Everything shattered so fast, the fall from bride to pack whore taking no more than half a night.

I dragged my ruined body back to Red Moon Pack, and my wolf told me we needed an answer.

I needed my mate to tell me why, but what I received was not an explanation.

It was exile.

My entire family was destroyed along with me, and my pack was renamed Autumn Moon, the name Kael's pack had carried before it was wiped out.

I knelt in the mud.

Kael tilted my chin up, his gaze cold.

"If your father had not framed my father, my pack would never have been slaughtered by rogues."

"One hundred and eight wolves in my family, all destroyed because of your father's greed."

"I endured years of humiliation in Red Moon Pack, living like a stray dog, all so that one day I could make your entire bloodline pay in full."

"What you owe me has only just begun to be repaid."

Red Moon Pack was erased from existence.

I was stripped of my name and my identity, discarded into the most desolate stretch of the border, reduced to the most degraded shared omega in the entire outpost.

Five years later, Kael came to inspect the border.

I was draped in nothing but a sheer, tattered piece of gauze, straddling a Beta's lap with lazy, provocative eyes.

I took a mouthful of sharp liquor and passed it mouth to mouth into the man's lips in full view of everyone present.

The moment I turned my head, I met his cold, indifferent gaze.

Kael sat in the seat of authority, and the look he gave me was thick with contempt.

Five years apart, and he had not changed at all, still carrying the sharp composure of a top-tier Alpha, the arrogance of someone born to command written into every line of his face.

It was nothing like the filthy, broken creature my father had brought back to the pack all those years ago.

I curved the corner of my mouth, my gaze lazy and provocative.

"Alpha Kael, looking at me like that, does it mean you want me to serve you the same way?"

Kael's face darkened as he let out a cold snort.

"A degraded omega, fit to serve me? You don't find yourself disgusting, but I find you filthy."

I ignored his contempt and leaned against the Beta with deliberate softness, letting my fingertips trail across his chest until his breathing grew ragged.

The Beta exhaled roughly, plastering on a fawning expression as he looked toward Kael.

"Alpha Kael, she's the best piece we have out here, the kind that knows how to pull a man apart. If you don't want her, I'll take her out right now."

The room erupted in laughter.

The warriors mocked without restraint.

"Shev's been too long at the border. Looks like he's desperate for a release."

"As if Alpha Kael would want something like that. You're the one getting lucky in the end."

"I heard Leah used to be the heir of Red Moon Pack. She's a plaything now, but there's still that proud streak underneath. Bet she's a different kind of ride. Shev, leave some for the rest of us when you're done."

I buried my face in Shev's chest with a show of shy hesitation, using it to hide the humiliation burning behind my eyes.

Five years of living worse than death, drowning in degradation, and I had never once been able to go numb to it.

The wolves at the border were rough and careless, and no one would ever treat a traitor's daughter with anything resembling tenderness.

Every time they threw me out, I was covered in wounds.

The worst time, I lay in the snow through an entire night and nearly did not survive it.

My body was a map of bite marks and lash scars without a single unmarked patch of skin.

The pain reached all the way into my bones, but I had no choice except to endure it in silence.

No one cared how badly a worthless omega was hurt.

I had thought about dying, more than once.

But I could not.

My younger sister Mia had been exiled alongside me.

Her wolf had not yet awakened, and her body had been weakened by the silver dust that seeped into her blood the night our pack was destroyed, slowly eating through her healing ability from the inside.

As long as I stayed alive and kept these wolves satisfied, I could earn enough to keep her going.

I smoothed the pain out of my expression and gave Beta Shev a slow, seductive smile.

"Tonight, whatever you want, I can give it to you."

Shev had already lost what little patience he had, and he scooped me up and headed for the door.

In the next instant, someone seized my wrist and wrenched it hard.

I cried out and fell, sprawling across the ground before I could rearrange my expression into something safe.

Kael looked down at me with eyes full of vicious intent, and he drove his boot into me and sent me rolling across the floor.