The moment I realized my alpha mate had faked his death, it felt like the ground vanished beneath me. At first, there was this numb disbelief—how could someone I trusted so deeply orchestrate such a betrayal? Then came the anger, sharp and consuming. I replayed every memory, every whispered promise, wondering which parts were real. Did he ever care, or was I just a pawn in some twisted game? The pack’s reactions were a mess too—some blamed me for not seeing through it, others pitied me like a wounded pup. It took months to rebuild my footing, but here’s the thing: surviving that lie taught me to trust my instincts again. Now, when I catch a whiff of dishonesty, I don’t second-guess. I walk away.
And him? Rumor says he’s slinking around some low-tier pack now, playing the same tricks. Karma’s got a way of circling back, though. Last I heard, his new 'loyal' followers aren’t as gullible as he hoped. Serves him right.