A Cage For The Alpha Mate Who Killed My Brother

Everyone in Galathia Town knew Joseph Lewis as the unhinged crown wolf of the pack-the kind of guy who'd burn it all down just to light your way home.

For seven straight years, he'd been chasing me.

If some other wolf dared whisper sweet nothings my way, he'd show up swinging a rod , beating the poor sap half to death.

On my birthday he cleared out the entire island, then airlifted in roses and crammed them into every nook and cranny like it was some twisted floral apocalypse.

And that time I got snatched.

He rolled in solo, took ten brutal slashes across his body, and still dragged me out of there like I was the last bone in the yard.

Folks around town whispered that Joseph was a full-blown maniac, and I was the only antidote that could fix him.

But then, in our second year of being bound he crossed paths with this she-wolf.

She called herself a messenger from the "Enlightened One," sent to guide lost souls back to the path. And Joseph was the fool she had to save from the jaws of his own wild desires.

She urged him to cut me loose, to unbound from me for good.

Said I was bad luck wrapped in fur, that if he stuck with me, it'd end in pack ruin, with him left for dead without a single howl to mourn him.

First time she tried her "guidance," he sicced his enforcers on her, sliced her tendons clean, and dumped her crippled on the main drag like yesterday's trash.

Second round, she dragged her half-healed legs across town, begging him to shatter the bond, but he cracked her skull open with a whiskey bottle.

...

By the seventh go, she didn't waste words. Instead, she slipped him the strongest brew some mind-melting elixir. Then, with this tragic, world-weary look, she stripped down bare and threw herself on him.

For seven days and seven nights, her hoarse, broken cries echoed from that room like a ghost's lament.

After that, Joseph lost his damn mind over this she-wolf Zoe Hughes, so hell-bent on "enlightening" him.

He was hooked, feral, like she'd sunk her teeth into his soul.

Some wolves stuck up for me, muttering trash about Zoe behind her back.

Next morning a "gift" from Joseph showed up at my door: a fresh tongue, still dripping crimson.

At a pack gathering, some idiot wolf got handsy with Zoe right there in the open.

Joseph went full beast mode and gouged the guy's eyes out on the spot.

For her, he turned back into that bloodthirsty, rabid hound everyone feared.

But what gutted me? While he was out shielding her, he dragged my own blood into the mess-the one wolf who'd always had my back.

That one-eyed brute glared at me with pure venom, his scarred face twisted in rage.

"Gina, word is you and your pup brother are thick as thieves. You don't want that dim-witted little guy