After Faking My Death My Alpha Husband Went Mad Novel Novels & Stories

“You stopped trying with me long before this.” “Enough!” He slams his hand on the table, Alpha power rolling through the air. My wolf flinches, but I force her down. “You will not speak to me like that,” he says. “You are done here, Serena. The council agrees. The pack agrees. You stand alone.” The words slice through me. But I refuse to bow. “Fine,” I say. “Give me the formal dissolution in writing. I want…” The door bursts open. Sapphire stumbles in, clutching her stomach. “Help! Someone help me! I’ve been poisoned!”

“That’s a strange situation, to say the least. I wonder how he would have reacted.” “You and me both. It turned out he lied to me and faked a marriage between us. We weren’t mated like it is between Gregory and me. We were living together and he was paying for everything. I’d just lost my job because of budget cuts in the company I was working for. So, when he was found dead I was unable to get any of the money to keep a roof over my head. I couldn’t get his body released to me because they would not accept the documents proving that I was his wife. It was one thing after another. Much like it is right now. I feel like I’ve been here forever, but it’s only been three days, correctio

“How about we go hunting tomorrow? It’s been a while since we had fun together.” I nodded, obediently, playing my role to perfection. “You get some rest first,” he said. “I’m heading out to get things ready for the hunt.” His eyes gleamed with pride—probably thinking I was easy to fool. That I’d fallen for him all over again. I was completely at a loss. Was he the gentle, considerate Alpha I once trusted— or the cold, cruel, and stubborn David I could no longer recognize?

‎I immediately took to my heels, running to the dinning room like crazy, there was no way I was being a widow this soon. ‎I entered the dinning room, hoping to get to him on time, but by the time I appeared, my husband was already dieing, his face was red like a tomato. He was coughing out, like his oxygen supply had depleted. I was done for, I will be killed for killing the alpha. ‎################ ‎ ‎ ‎

She had it connected to the hall's audio system already — Julian's doing, thirty minutes ago, quiet and clean. "I'll let the people who spent the most time questioning those things answer them," she said. She pressed play. The audio filled the ballroom. Derek's voice first — unmistakable, the carrying Alpha projection, in a room that clearly wasn't a formal meeting. The land transfers to me when the marriage dissolves. Six months, maybe eight. She'll be isolated by then — her brother's already been warned off, her pack connection is through Cole and Cole will manage it. Then Vanessa's voice, lighter, certain: The fake photos I can run for months. By the time anyone checks, the story is alrea

“I was the one who ordered the cremation. You do not deserve to see her one last time. You do not deserve to keep what remains of her. The bond is over. She is free of you now.” Cassian caught the edge of his coat at once. “Please.” His voice was wrecked. “Please don’t take her away. I never treated Lyra as anything less. I loved her. I always loved her. Even when I failed her, I loved her.” The old alpha gave a humorless laugh. “Loved her?” He took Lyra’s phone from his sleeve and threw it down in front of Cassian. The screen lit at once. Selene’s messages.

Alpha Nathan slammed open the bedroom door, the phone’s light scanning every corner— The wardrobe shelves were empty, the gray-blue knitted sweater I often wore was gone; the glass jar on the bedside table that used to hold the almonds I had peeled was empty; even the wolf-pattern pillow I had embroidered halfway at the foot of the bed was gone, leaving only faint imprints. Downstairs, there was the sound of something breaking. He rushed down and saw his father smashing a wine glass onto the floor, while his mother covered her face, crying. “It’s our fault… We always said she was too quiet, said she couldn’t hold your heart…” Old Alpha stood in the middle of the living room, holding the wate

"Please tell me you're not seriously considering taking it with us back to the pack house," Nicholai says to Maverick, barely sparing me a glance. "You mean her," Maverick corrected as he threw a shirt on. "And yes, I am very serious. She's coming back with us." "You cannot." "I'm the Alpha, Nicholai. I can do whatever I want." Alpha? The word echoed in my mind. What did that mean, I wondered. He was fully dressed now. He had tied me to a tree like an animal, while he dressed so I wouldn't try to run away again.

I needed to hide this somewhere where no one could find it. But where? My head was still buzzing with questions, but my feet and hands were moving on their own. I slipped inside the driver’s seat, and not long after, the engine roared to life. I didn’t even look back as I drove away, leaving their dead bodies for anyone to see. ------------------ ALPHA KAEL. What would you do if you had a perfect life, a perfect fiancée, but all of a sudden you woke up one day and everyone was telling you that you were married to a female you had never met in your whole life?

A moment later, footsteps—heavy, angry—approached the back of the van. I froze. No more screaming. No more fighting. My instincts screamed danger. Every cell in my body buzzed with fear. Something was wrong. Very wrong. The van door burst open with a bang. And there he was. The alpha. My lungs locked up at what I saw. I stared into his eyes—they were blood red. Not glowing. Not shimmering. Red. As though rage itself had painted over his pupils. I must have pissed him off. Before I could react, he was inside the van. In one terrifying blur of motion, he gripped my neck—not too tight, but just enough for my body to tremble at the raw, brutal strength he held back.