During Rogue Chaos, Alpha Ran Away With His Mistress

The rogue werewolf rebels were slaughtering my pack, and there was only room for one more on the last escape boat. Between me—his Luna—and his fated mate, Alpha Carl chose me. But I shoved his fated mate onto the boat instead. Because in my previous life, Carl chose me too. And his fated mate was captured by those rogues, torn apart like a rag doll. Alpha Carl lost his mind. He screamed her name in his sleep and used our mindlink to torment me, over and over again. Later, he was poisoned with wolfsbane. I pushed myself to the brink taking care of him—only for him to force the deadly toxin down my throat. Before I died, as my guts burned like they were being ripped apart by fire, I heard his voice, cold as ice: “She died in agony. Why should you get to die in peace?” When I opened my eyes again, it was the day our pack fell.

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