Secret Love Fake Death Short Stories & Novels

In five years of bonding to Alpha Damon Blackwood, I'd suffered three miscarriages. I lived with the grief of losing my babies and the guilt of failing to give him an heir. But Damon never once pressured me. He'd even stood up to his own mother, former Luna Helena, when she blamed me. Everyone said I was the luckiest Luna in the northern territories, cherished beyond measure by my Alpha. Just when I'd given up hope, I got pregnant again. I couldn't wait to tell Damon. I knew he'd pull me into his arms and call our baby a blessing from the Moon Goddess. But to my shock, I walked out of the hospital and spotted Damon with a little boy. “Daddy, can we go see the northern lights for my birthday in three days?” That was when I realized Damon hadn't given up on having an heir for my sake. He already had children with another woman. The entire pack knew about his children. Everyone except me. His Luna. So I faked my death in a plane crash, took a new identity, and disappeared into the far north. When Damon finally found me, he begged me to come home, his eyes red with tears. But the Alpha King pulled me into his arms and looked Damon straight in the eye. “Alpha Blackwood, she doesn't need your apologies anymore.”

It was the third year of my secret relationship with Garrett, my Alpha brother's best friend. Marcus laughed and nudged Garrett playfully. "You've been with that little mate of yours for three years now. When are you going to introduce her to the pack?" I pressed myself against the doorframe, my heart racing. Had my brother figured out our secret? Garrett just laughed it off. "What mate? Just some crazy she-wolf who won't leave me alone." Marcus caught sight of me and grinned. "Sage, you see this? Never pick a mate like Garrett here." "Takes everything a female offers but won't even acknowledge the bond." Just then, more of Marcus's friends arrived, and they joined in the teasing. "Your brother's right, but Garrett's had his heart set on someone for years." "What was her name again? Oh right, Aria. She's returning to the pack soon." I'd heard that name before - Aria. But Garrett had never told me she was his true love.

The day I was kidnapped by my enemies, my adoptive father, Lucien Moretti, stormed into the warehouse with his bodyguards. He took a bullet for me, then carried me to the car, his body drenched in blood. “Don’t be afraid. I’m here.” That was the sentence he said to me most often. Lucien was the most ruthless mafia don in Sicily, yet he had spoiled me, the daughter of a deceased friend, for ten whole years. In the hospital room, as I watched Lucien sleeping peacefully, I could no longer suppress my feelings for him. “Lucien, I love you.” He suddenly opened his eyes and frowned at me. “Don’t get any improper ideas. I’m your adoptive father.” From that day on, he withdrew every bit of favoritism he had shown me. He blocked my number and instructed his right-hand man to stop reporting anything about me to him. The guards at the estate no longer let me in. “Mr. Moretti says you’re no longer welcome here.” Whenever I appeared in front of him, he would turn and walk away with a cold expression. Until half a year later, I was diagnosed with late-stage lung cancer.