My Alpha Went Mad After I Died

Ten years after he rejected me, I ran into Alpha Gregory at Crimson Pack's private party.

He was the high-and-mighty pack leader, picking up the tab for the whole venue just to spoil his mistress on her birthday.

And I was nothing more than a cocktail waitress.

He pretended not to see me the entire night.

Until I swallowed my pride, begging a guest for a little extra tip.

Staring at my gaunt, hollow face, he grabbed my chin, his voice dripping with venom.

"You'd rather demean yourself serving drinks than apologize to me after our rejection?"

"Samantha, have some fucking self-respect!!"