My Alpha Hate Me, My Stepson Pushed Me Into The Beast’s Cage Novel – The moment I drank the glass of milk Louie handed me, a strange heaviness crept through my limbs like thick chains pulling me down. I tried to move—just a little—but even my wolf, usually razor-sharp and alert to the faintest hint of danger, went eerily still. That’s when I knew something was very wrong. My consciousness began to drift, dissolving into a dense fog.
I couldn’t even summon the strength to resist. When I finally came to, I had no idea where I was. “Master Louie, isn’t this too much? That cage has a damn tiger in it. Even the fiercest warriors in the pack wouldn’t stand a chance against that beast. If something happens to Luna Clarissa, Alpha Damon will never forgive us.” Louie’s voice was cold. Unrecognizably cruel. “You really think my dad would punish me for her? Throw her in.” I couldn’t believe what I was hearing—what I was experiencing.
The pup I’d raised for six years, had just ordered his men to toss me into a cage… with a tiger. I felt myself hit the ground hard, a brutal thud that rattled through my bones. I couldn’t even flinch. The drugs were still in full effect. Time passed in a blur before I heard it—that metallic creak of the iron gate swinging open. Then came the low, menacing growl. A tiger’s growl. I could hear it padding toward me, heavy and deliberate. I felt its hot breath against my cheek, the drip of saliva splattering onto my skin.
This wasn’t just any tiger—it was Alpha Damon’s precious pet. The pack fed it like royalty every day. All I could do was hope it had already eaten. Slowly, the drugs began wearing off. My limbs twitched with life again. I reached out for my wolf—Ivy—and she responded, finally waking from the forced slumber. But I didn’t move. Not yet. The tiger hadn’t attacked. I laid still, playing dead, keeping my posture as non-threatening as possible. Then—something changed. Someone threw something into the cage.
I smelled it instantly—bloodroot. Beast Frenzy Herb. The tiger snapped. With a feral roar, it lunged at me. I rolled away, heart pounding, letting Ivy take over. We fought. Claws against claws. Teeth against teeth. The air was thick with blood and fury. By dawn, I was barely breathing. My body was shredded, a dozen chunks of flesh torn from my skin.
I lay slumped against the bars of the cage, broken, bleeding, and gasping through the pain. Clang. The heavy metal door creaked open again, and a group of footsteps echoed into the room. I didn’t need to lift my head to know who stood out there. Louie.