After My False Death, My Alpha Lost Everything
Everyone in Frostmoon Pack knew that Cassian loved me.
He stayed by my side through every heat cycle. On storm-heavy nights, he would shift into wolf form and coax me to sleep. Before the council of elders, he once declared:
“Lyra is my only Luna.”
So I had never imagined he would betray me too.
The day I found out I was pregnant, I received a set of photos from his former lover.
In them, Cassian was bare-chested, with fresh bite marks still visible along his neck.
She sent only two lines:
He does love you.
But last night, he didn’t refuse me.
I didn’t cry. I didn’t confront him. I only called my best friend.
“Help me arrange a false death.”
She was silent, then asked in a low voice, “Have you thought this through? You’re carrying a pup.”
I touched my stomach. “I have.”
“And contact the witch for me. I want my mate bond with Cassian severed.”
Five days later, there would be a fatal wreck on the mountain road beyond the pack borders.
When Cassian arrived, all he would find was the burned frame of the car and a handful of ashes that were supposed to be Lyra’s.