Dear Alpha Ethan, I came back to love you!

I lifted my head from where I was lying in the cold prison and glanced at the prison guard, who just threw a plate of food at me.

"Acting aloof? I heard you eat quite a lot."He lifted his foot and crushed the rice he served me.

I know very well that he has been paid by my stepmother to do this to me. They said I poisoned my father, and I ended up being thrown into this pit of hell.

I smirked at the dirty food on the floor.

Outside the cell, I could hear the sound of television.

"Mr. Ethan Shein has returned to the country today. Right now, he has arrived at the cabin stone pack."

"Cabin Stone is the largest pack in South America. Mr. Ethan took over the pack ten years ago, and today's strength and growth can't be compared to any."

My heart froze in an instant. I rushed at the cell door, trying my best to check it off and see if I could see his face on the television.

"What are you doing, little runt? Isn't it obvious that you won't even deserve to wash that man's feet?"

I lowered my head and smiled bitterly. I know very well that I don't deserve to untie his shoe or stand to face him. It doesn't matter if this person who has become the ruler of the cabins was once my husband or my mate.

I was once stupid and stubborn and didn't believe in a mate bond. All I wanted then was to push him away with divorce—a man who loved me even though my wolf was runt. A man who protected me in his palms and didn't allow any harm to come at me.

For a whole ten years after the divorce, he didn't show up.

And what did the television just say? He's back?

From the television came the voice of a reporter who was struggling to ask his question: Is it true that you got a second chance, mate? Is that why you returned to continue ruling your pack with Luna?

My eyes widened. "..."

A second chance, mate?

"Alpha Ethan, it's true you don't often speak on television, but it would be much better if you cleared things up with your pack members."

"I'm sorry, but Mr. Ethan won't be responding to any of you today, so please move away."

I almost became paralyzed with shock at the voice I just heard. It was clear, and it stings so painfully in my heart that I can feel it bleeding.

The voice was Isabella's.

My step sister Isabella, disappeared the night my father was poisoned.

At that time, when I insisted on getting a divorce, it was her that pushed me with all sorts of ideas and encouragement, which caused Ethan to distance himself from me slowly until the divorce.

I laughed sarcastically.

I am a big joke and deserve to be laughed at. Even as my lungs are beginning to hurt, I can't stop laughing at my stupidity.

"Luna, would you please say a word or two on behalf of your husband?" The reporters insisted.

I could vividly imagine Isabella's face brightening up with a smile as she spoke up.

I suddenly couldn't hear the sound of the television anymore.

At that moment, a sharp pain came to my heart, coupled with the feeling of being pierced with a knife. It felt as if my heart was burning.

The pain caused me to fall against the floor as blood rose within my chest, sprouting out of my throat.

The prison guard kept smiling at me, saying, "Murderers can't escape death themselves."

It was obvious.

I have been slowly fed poison for the past ten years.

Will my life really end here?

With the world assuming I killed my father and Ethan wondering why a poor little runt rejected him as a mate,.