After I died, Alpha went mad.

Everyone in the Shadowfang Pack knew that Alpha Kael was fiercely devoted to his Luna.

To save me, he had sacrificed his own soul to shadow magic.

He had endured the agony of being flayed alive, just to keep me breathing.

He had torn open his own heart, feeding me his blood, just so we could be together.

For three hundred years, I firmly believed I was his Luna, his other half.

But now, I was looking right at him. Kael, my Kael, thrusting his hips forward in a violent, primal rhythm, pinning a woman against the mattress.

A bell hung around her ankle, chiming with his every movement.