All Chapters of The Alpha’s Dead Wife is Back : Chapter 1 - Chapter 6

The rain in Seattle didn’t wash things clean; it only made the grime on the sidewalk slicker, a treacherous path for anyone foolish enough to run in heels. But Emily Reed didn’t care about the rain, or the cold seeping into her threadbare coat, or the fact that she was twenty minutes late to meet the man who held her heart in his manicured hands.She cared about the small white stick tucked safely inside her purse.Two pink lines.A smile tugged at her lips, fighting against the biting wind. For three years, she had been the invisible girl on Ryan Evans’s arm. The human girl. The weak link. In a world dominated by powerful bloodlines and old money, Emily was a nobody. She was an orphan with no connections, working as a junior archivist in the basement of Evans Enterprises.But Ryan had chosen her. The billionaire CEO, the man whose face graced the cover of Forbes and whose presence commanded silence in boardrooms, had chosen her."He loves me," she whispered to the storm, needing to h

The heavy thud of the limousine door closing sealed the world away. The roar of the storm, the snarl of the wolf, and the terrifying echo of Ryan’s rejection were instantly muffled, replaced by the hum of a powerful engine and the scent of rich leather and cedarwood.Emily sat frozen against the plush seat, water pooling around her bare feet on the expensive floor mats. She was shivering violently, her teeth chattering so hard her jaw ached, but she didn’t dare move. She felt like a muddy, broken stray that had been tossed into a jewelry box.Beside her, the stranger sat with the stillness of a statue. He didn’t look at her. He was typing on a sleek black phone, his long fingers moving with precision."Turn up the heat, Lucas," he commanded, his voice low and devoid of emotion.The partition between them and the driver lowered slightly. A man with kind eyes and sandy blonde hair glanced in the rearview mirror. This must be Lucas Walker. He looked human enough, but after tonight, Emily

The morning sun didn’t gently wake Emily; it assaulted her. Blazing light poured through floor-to-ceiling windows that lacked curtains, searing against her eyelids until she groaned and rolled over.Her hand reached out, expecting the lumpy mattress of her tiny studio apartment or the cold emptiness of the bed she used to share with Ryan on weekends. Instead, her fingers brushed against silk sheets with a thread count higher than her annual salary.Memory crashed into her.The anniversary. The red dress. The glowing eyes. The wolf in the alley.Emily shot up in bed, a gasp tearing from her throat. Her heart hammered a frantic rhythm against her ribs as she scanned the room. It was vast, modern, and intimidatingly masculine; all slate grays, blacks, and sharp angles.She wasn't in her apartment. She wasn't dead in a ditch.She was in the penthouse of the Rogue King."You slept for twelve hours."The voice came from the corner of the room. Emily flinched, clutching the duvet to her ches