Sweet Torment

What doesn’t kill you makes you stronger. And deadlier. And more effed up.

I thought I knew what happened the night of my graduation. Turns out I was wrong. The truth is even uglier—and the puppet masters behind it all? Still plucking our strings.

Breaking the alphas’ chains should be simple now. I’m the key.

Here’s the thing: the path to freedom is bloodier than I imagined. And blood? Has a tendency to make things messy.

If they thought they were dealing with the same girl who tucked tail and ran five years ago, they’re adorably mistaken. Life in the woods didn’t just change me… it turned me into a monster. It’s an eat-or-be-eaten world out there.
Maybe I should thank everyone for the valuable lesson.

You didn’t want me to be an omega? Fine. You got your wish.

The woman I am now doesn’t need warmth or comfort or any of those soft omega things. She doesn’t hesitate when knife meets bone and won’t stop until you take your last breath.

Dr. Montgomery thinks he has me where he wants me—collared, leashed, his perfect pet. He thinks he can control me, contain me, and parade me around like property.

But leashes fail. Collars slip. And monsters? We bite.

Everyone wants something from me.
Whitney wants her hands around my throat. Dr. Montgomery wants his test subject compliant. The alphas want to wrap me in cotton and hide me from the world.
And their fathers want me… out of the picture entirely.

What do I want? I’m not sure anymore.

But I’d rather die than let anyone own me. Good thing I’m willing to play the long game.

Sometimes to catch a predator, you have to be what they can’t resist. Let them think they’ve won so they get comfortable. Let them believe the cage they built for you keeps them safe.

Funny thing about cages… I’ve learned to pick locks. All kinds.

Second chances? Not really my style. If you’re on my list, you’re running out of time. You just don’t know it yet.

And if the cost of revenge is me?

Then so be it.