Semua Bab Alpha Went Crazy After I Faked My Death: Bab 1 - Bab 10

The next morning, I said to Alaric, "Let's go to Frostmoon Pack together."His expression froze for a moment, his jaw clenching visibly before he quickly regained his composure. His eyes darted to mine, searching for my intentions."Why the sudden interest?" he asked, voice carefully controlled. "I thought you were tired."I met his gaze steadily. "It's my family too. I want to see them."He hesitated, fingers tapping rhythmically against the breakfast table. I could sense his wolf's unease, his energy shifting uncomfortably in the room.“But...”he hesitated, then sighed. "They're also celebrating her pregnancy. I didn't want to tell you because I know how painful that would be for you."Finally, he refused to take me with him. I nodded silently in agreement, but deep down, I sensed he was hiding something beyond not wanting me to disrupt Eliza's special day.But I didn't care about his concerns anymore. I just wanted to see my family one last time. So after he left, I secretly made m

Alaric froze, his entire body rigid with shock. His face drained of all color as the Beta's words sank in. He shook his head violently, refusing to accept what he'd just heard."Impossible!" he roared, his voice hoarse with disbelief. His fists clenched at his sides, knuckles turning white. "We had plans, and her birthday is tomorrow. How could anything happen to her? She was fine when I left her!"His wolf surged beneath his skin, desperate to break free. The Alpha's eyes flashed between human gray and wolf amber as he struggled to maintain control."Alpha," the Beta began cautiously, keeping his distance. He'd seen Alaric angry before, but never like this—never with this edge of wild desperation. "Please try to remain calm.""Calm?" Alaric snarled, taking a menacing step forward. Several pack members nearby instinctively lowered their gazes, sensing the dangerous energy radiating from their leader. "My mate is supposedly dead, and you want me to remain calm?"The Beta's expression wa

The timed upload of the recording was my final "testament," my farewell to this absurd soul-bond that had brought me nothing but pain. I had scheduled multiple videos and documents to release over the coming weeks, ensuring Alaric would face a slow, relentless unraveling of his carefully constructed facade.When the first video unleashed a storm of public outrage across werewolf social platforms, I was already far away, sitting in a modest cabin in a pack territory three hundred miles from my original homeland. I watched the chaos unfold on my tablet, notifications flooding in as wolves from every allied pack viewed the evidence of Alaric's betrayal and Eliza's theft. Comments piled up by the hundreds:"How could Alpha Blackwood allow this to happen?""Poor Luna Amara, betrayed by her own mate and sister!""The Frostmoon Pack has lost all honor!"I closed the app and set the tablet aside. These strangers' outrage meant nothing to me now.Here, there was no family obligations, no Alar

Despite my words, I still found myself opening my phone that evening, fingers automatically typing "Alaric Blackwood" and "Eliza Winters" into the search bar. I told myself it was merely curiosity, not lingering attachment, that made me seek out news about them.The screen filled with recent headlines and social media posts. My thumb hovered hesitantly before tapping on the most viewed article from the Werewolf Alliance News Network.Someone had captured photos of Eliza exiting her family's mansion. She looked nothing like the radiant, confident woman who had stolen my research. Her hair hung limply around her gaunt face, dark circles prominent under her eyes. She clutched a folder against her chest like a shield as she hurried to a waiting car, head down to avoid the cameras.No admirers surrounded her now. No sycophants praising her "brilliance."I scrolled further, reading the article's harsh assessment of her fall from grace."Former research prodigy Eliza Winters faces complete

I worked through the night, losing myself in the familiar rhythm of experimentation. Under the microscope, fluorescent blue werewolf serum intertwined with herbal reagents, spinning into spiral light patterns in the centrifuge tubes as I carefully documented each reaction.When dawn broke, I had successfully developed a new werewolf power enhancement potion that could increase a Beta warrior's strength by 50% for short periods without any of the usual side effects of strength serums. The vibrant cobalt liquid glowed faintly in its vial, representing breakthrough healing science.As I held it up to the morning light, I suddenly understood—becoming the best healer in the werewolf world wasn't for Alaric, or for recognition, or for anyone else. It was for myself. It always had been.I submitted my research anonymously to the Medical Summit, using only my new identity. Three weeks later, to my astonishment, I received notice that my potion had received the highest recognition from the All