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. He stood on the steps outside the cage, towering over me, his green eyes mirroring Alpha Damon’s—cold, cruel, and filled with hatred. “So you’re still alive,” he said, voice flat and disgusted. “Tough bitch.” Then he tilted his head, the childlike pitch of his voice laced with venom far beyond his years. “Does it hurt? When you killed the cat my mother left behind, did you ever imagine you’d end up like this? Don’t think marrying into this pack makes you her replacement.
Clarissa, when I become Alpha, I’m kicking you out of Silver Claw for good.” My throat was raw, but I forced the words out. “That cat… died of old age. I didn’t do anything to it.” “Liar!” Louie snapped and kicked the cage hard. The metal bars rattled violently. The tiger, already agitated, lunged again. I flinched back instinctively, spine slamming against the icy bars. Nowhere to run. One of the house staff stepped forward, voice low and nervous. “Young master, please… calm down. We looked into it.
The cat was elderly. It died naturally. It had nothing to do with Luna.” “Shut up!” Louie barked, whirling on him. “Even if it died of old age, it was her fault for not taking care of it properly!” His gaze snapped back to me. “Keep her in there. Let her