ManyWriters

For five years, I stood by Alpha Victor.
When his spine was shattered, I sold my beloved violin to pay for the healer.
The moment he could walk again, he placed his mate mark on my neck.
But during a check-up for a recent illness, the healer told me it was just an artificial tattoo, etched while I slept—not a real mark.
I stormed into his company, only to overhear him and other werewolves laughing:
“Victor, you completed the marking with your secretary behind Freya's back. Aren't you afraid she'll find out?”
“She’ll never find out.”
“That little she-wolf is wild—a freak in the sheets. Not like Freya. She’s too damn proper.”
Standing outside the door, I dialed the number I hadn’t touched in five years.
“In five days, make me disappear.”

Shattered Strings, Forged Mark, and My Second Chance

Soon, news that #Ironridge villa explosion# #CEO mate dies in fire# swept through Seattle.


Amanda, her eyes red and swollen, blocked his hotel entrance, her voice choked with tears. "Alpha, why haven't you been answering my calls?"


Victor rubbed his temples, his tone weary. "The villa is gone. Freya's... gone. And a lot of important documents were destroyed. I've been swamped."


Amanda's eyes lit up. "Well, she's dead anyway, so now we can finally be together openly!"


He was silent for a long moment before his voice dropped. "Amanda, I'm overwhelmed right now. Can you just go back to your apartment, please?"


"Well..." Amanda pouted. "After you've dealt with all this, you have to remember to buy me a new villa, okay?"


After Amanda left, Victor drove toward his office. On the way, he was stunned to see Ryan Cooper, perfectly healthy, harassing another girl on the street.


Chapter 6