Seven Years in the Dungeon, I Died and Awakened

After my Alpha mate locked me in the dungeon for the seventh time, a voice told me I had witch blood that would awaken only in death. So I stopped fighting and became the obedient Luna he always wanted. When he pressed his silver blade to my throat, I smiled and leaned into it. His face twisted in panic. Why did my compliance unsettle him? And when I died three days later, why did he kneel beside my corpse begging me to stay—after spending seven years choosing his dead brother's widow over me?