I thought I'd faced the worst.

Blackmailed and claimed before the whole academy, the Kingsman pack stole me from my mates and kept my scent for themselves. Now, struggling to fit in in class, I only have one friend, and I'm forced to watch, every day, as my mates fall for her.

But these alphas' obsessions sink their claws deep, blurring right from wrong. Dusk, Umbra, and Ransom are flipping the script, and it's making me wonder the impossible:

Did they steal me from my dreams after all?

They built me a nest, and crave my scent—a poison that turns most alphas violent—and somehow balance amidst my twisted, broken instincts. It's everything I was told I could never have—not without my mates.

Now, I have an impossible choice: Dusk is wounded and I am free. I can run to my mates at last.

Only, I'm torn.

Is this cage a prison at all—or safety from darker threats than I've faced before?