Faking My Death to Escape My Alpha

My fated mate, Alpha Anderson, wanted to destroy me.

“The Wolfsbane poison must be precise—make sure it kills her inner wolf completely,” he whispered, believing I was unconscious.

He said this while gently tending to the burns he had orchestrated, all to make room for his other woman and their secret pup.

He kissed my forehead.

“Be brave, little one. It will be over soon.”

When I woke, I was scarred, broken, and my wolf severed from my soul.

He held my hand, ready to force his bastard child into my arms.

He thought he had turned me into a powerless Omega he could control.

He was wrong.