My Mate Is a Dead Man
The day we were meant to be mated, my Alpha, Ford, was ambushed.
Silver bullets shredded his car, sending it plunging off a bridge and into the river below.
He was pronounced dead. Drowned.
I was left pregnant with his heir, shattered by the raw agony of our severed mate bond.
Then Ford's twin, Aiden, returned from abroad with his mate, Kyra.
His identical face and a scent so similar to my mate's nearly drove me mad. A desperate part of me swore Ford was still alive.
I told myself it was just grief. A widow's delusion.
Until I overheard a hushed conversation and the horrifying truth slammed into me: the man pretending to be Aiden was Ford.
He had faked his death.
He'd let his own brother