My Alpha Faked His Defeat as a Prank, and Every She-Wolf Died

I had just hidden the pack's old, weak, and sick in a cave when I learned that my mate, Alpha Magnus Hale, had lost the battle.

In an instant, the relief of having made it out alive turned into despair.

Colt Mercer, the only warrior who made it back, was soaked in blood and barely breathing.

"The Alpha's been taken prisoner. Both your sons are dead. Even your grandson... there's nothing left of him."

At the same moment, the werewolves hunting us picked up our trail. They were right outside the cave, jeering.

"It's just a bunch of she-wolves. When they come out, they're our sex slaves!"