My Alpha Mate Faked His Death —So I Walked Away Like a Queen Novel – On the day Alpha Damian and I were to complete our bonding ceremony, my fiancé died in a car crash on his way to pick me up. He was killed instantly. The news hit me like an ambush from a rogue—swift and brutal. In a single heartbeat, I lost my future mate and became a widow.
The pup growing inside me never got the chance to meet its father. He was gone forever. My wolf let out a deep, guttural howl inside me. I broke. Shattered completely, I sank into a pit of despair so dark that I thought death might be the only escape. But the pack begged me to hold on—for the sake of the Alpha heir I carried. On the day of the funeral, Damian’s “brother” Victor returned from the Stormclaw Pack, along with his mate.
The moment I laid eyes on him, I thought I was hallucinating. His face. His scent. Exactly like Damian’s. It shook me to the core, over and over again. Then, standing outside my mother-in-law’s room, I overheard a conversation that gutted me. “You faked your goddamn death to run off with that bitch from Stormclaw Pack? Alice is carrying your pup! Was this whole act just so you could bring that flashy little omega back with you?” There was a long silence before a voice finally spoke—low and hushed, but I knew it instantly. “Ella’s terminal.
The doctors in Stormclaw said she’s got six months at most… Once she’s gone, and Alice has had the pup, everything can go back to normal. We’ll still be a family.” In that moment, I went ice cold. The truth stabbed straight into my heart. This so-called “Victor” was no brother at all. He was Damian—just in disguise. My wolf stirred restlessly, a low growl trembling beneath my skin. She didn’t take well to being forgotten. She didn’t take well to being replaced. I clenched my shaking hands, forced down the tremors wracking my body, and gripped my phone tight.
I sent a message to my real brother in the Silverfang Pack—the infamous war god, Alpha Theodore. [Brother, help me stage an “accident.” If Damian can fake his death, so can I. Let him taste his own poison.] Even after I hit send, my hands wouldn’t stop shaking. Inside the room, the conversation continued. “Do you think this is fair to Alice? If not for the pup, she would’ve ended her life for you already. She’s like a ghost now—can’t eat, can’t sleep.
I can barely stand to watch her.” Damian let out a heavy sigh and said, “Ella only has six months left… It’s her final wish. I can’t deny her that.” “As for Alice—I’ve got the rest of my life to make it up to her. Don’t worry, Mom…” It felt like an invisible hand clenched around my wolf’s throat. She couldn’t breathe. Neither could I. I stumbled back to my room, collapsed to the floor the moment I shut the door.
Then my phone rang—it was my brother. “Alice, what the hell happened? I thought Damian was… dead?” I opened my mouth to speak, but the second I did, the tears came pouring out. Yeah. To the world, Damian was already dead. I understood my brother’s confusion. Hell, I could barely believe it myself—my mate had faked his death, thrown away our bond, all for another female.
I couldn’t get a single word out, but somehow, he understood my silence. After a few moments, his tone softened. “I’ll have a plane there the night after tomorrow. Leave the rest to me.” The call ended, and I just stood there, frozen, gripping my phone like a lifeline. That’s when I heard a soft knock at the door. “Sis-in-law? Why are you sitting on the floor again? Were you crying? Were you… thinking about my brother again?” “Victor” stood outside, holding a warm glass of milk.
Ever since his miraculous “return,” he’d been playing the role of the gentle older brother, acting like I really was his late siblin