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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

The pack elders approached Anderson through the crowded hall, relief radiating from their expressions.


But their words struck like pure poison to his heart, burning deeper than any physical wound.


“Now that Rosalie’s gone, you can finally claim Shirley properly,” his mother, Elder Maeve, said, satisfaction dripping from every word. “No need to keep up these tiresome pretenses anymore.”


She adjusted her ceremonial robes with practiced elegance. “That Omega was worthless anyway. An Alpha can’t have a mate without a wolf—it’s unnatural. The pack would never have truly accepted her.”


“Choose a date soon,” his father, Elder Torvin, added eagerly. “Make your mating official. The pack hasn’t had such a cause for celebration in years! After the ceremony, we’ll have Rosalie’s rooms cleared out immediately. Shirley can move in tonight—no point in waiting now.”


Anderson stood frozen, staring at his parents’ jubilant faces. His claws dug into his palms, drawing blood that he barely felt.


Chapter 8