I Rejected the Alpha Who Killed Me

Five years ago, I tore my inner wolf out of my soul to save Alpha Floyd's life.

In return, he treated me like a "Wolfless freak" and made me a slave in my own pack.

To please his mistress, he pressed glowing coals laced with silver directly into my palms, burning the hands that had once woven protection spells for him.

Then, he watched with cold indifference as I drowned in the freezing Moon Pool, sneering that I was just "being dramatic."

It wasn't until the autopsy that he saw the surgical scars on my heart.

He finally realized I hadn't lost my wolf—I had given it to him.