With her pack destroyed and parents killed Everleigh Grey goes on the journey to escape and comes face to face with her mate.

Chapter 4 : The Rogue’s Prize

The once-proud halls of the Alpha’s house were drenched in smoke and blood. The Silver Stone banner hung in tatters from the wall, trampled beneath the boots of rogues who now prowled freely through her home.

Everleigh’s wrists ached from the iron grip Isaac kept on her arm as he dragged her through the wreckage. Her dagger was gone. Her parents were gone. And her pack—her people—lay broken around her.

The rogues gathered in the courtyard, their snarls fading into silence as Isaac stepped forward. He stood tall, his dark hair wild, his chest streaked with her father’s blood. The sight made Everleigh’s stomach twist.

“My wolves,” he announced, his voice carrying like a whip c***k across the crowd. “Tonight, the Silver Stone Pack falls. And from its ashes, a new reign begins—my reign.”

A chorus of howls answered him, savage and bloodthirsty.

Everleigh tried to pull free, but Isaac yanked her closer until she was pressed against his side. He wrapped an arm around her waist like a chain, parading her before them all.

“And here,” he said with a cruel smirk, “is my prize. The Alpha’s daughter. Strong, beautiful… perfect for the future I will build.”

Her blood boiled. “I will never be yours,” she hissed, her voice sharp enough to cut glass.

Isaac’s smile only widened. He dipped his head close, his lips brushing her ear. “You already are.”

The rogues cheered, their laughter a jagged chorus that scraped across her soul.

Everleigh’s heart hammered, rage and grief battling inside her chest. She wanted to scream. She wanted to claw at his face. But instead she held herself still, forcing her icy blue eyes to lock with his in defiance.

If he wanted to see her break, he would wait a very long time.

Deep inside, past the despair, a seed of resolve rooted itself.

I will not bow. I will not break. I will find a way out.

For now, she had no choice but to endure. But one day soon, she would make him choke on every word, every laugh, every drop of blood he had spilled tonight.

Isaac raised her hand like a victor holding a trophy. “The future of our kind begins with us!” he roared.

The rogues howled again, a chilling anthem that echoed into the night.

Everleigh lifted her chin high, masking her trembling hands with cold defiance.

This isn’t the end, she swore silently. It’s only the beginning.