In My Next Life, I Refuse To Love You

Alpha Sean was dead.

At his funeral, the air was thick with grief, but not for long. A lawyer arrived, standing at the center of the mourning pack, and read the Alpha’s final will. Every asset, every piece of land, every ounce of wealth—gone. Not to me—his Luna, not to his pack, but to an omega.

"The Alpha's assets are all under her name."

Her name was Isabelle.

From the moment Alpha Sean had “rescued” her, claiming he saw her as a sister, I had known the truth. It was never brotherly love. And now, the proof lay in the ashes of what was once our pack’s wealth.