ManyWriters

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.

Faking My Death to Escape My Alpha

Anderson stood at the ceremonial altar, but his mind kept replaying our last phone call. Something in my tone had unsettled his wolf, an unease that grew with each passing moment.


He turned to Beta Gideon urgently, interrupting the ritual preparations.


“Find Rosalie. She won’t let me mate another without causing trouble.”


As they finished the ceremonial toasts, Anderson led Shirley through the crowd of well-wishers.


“Alpha!” he gasped, struggling to catch his breath. “There’s been an attack on the northern border! Rosalie… she took a car to leave pack territory. A group of rogues ambushed the vehicle at the crossing point.”


His next words fell like stones: “The patrol found the wreckage. No survivors. The rogues…” he swallowed hard, “they left nothing to find.”


Chapter 6