Broke Up and Returned as the True Alpha Heiress Novel – I was in a brutal car crash that nearly claimed my life. I lost so much blood, the hospital issued twenty critical condition alerts—one after another. They tried to reach my fiancé, Alpha Gilbert. Called him twenty times. He didn’t answer a single one. Somehow, I survived. Barely. And on the day I was finally discharged, still pale and reeking of antiseptic, I saw him. My mate. Alpha Gilbert. He was walking out of the obstetrics wing, gently supporting a woman with one arm wrapped around her waist.
She looked heartbreakingly familiar—like someone had taken my face and softened it. She had the same dark lashes, the same doe eyes, the same graceful lines. Eighty percent like me. She was his first love. His ex-fated mate. Her voice was soft, “Gilbert… you told Lisa you were going on a two-week business trip, but the whole time, you were here… with me. For the abortion. You ignored all her calls just to stay by my side. What if she finds out? Won’t she be furious? Won’t it ruin things between you two?” Alpha Gilbert looked at her. His voice was calm, almost cold. “I saved Lisa ’s life.
She’s got no money, no ability. Everything she has—her house, her healing, her status—I gave her. She clings to me like a desperate little leech. She’s not going anywhere. She’s probably just calling to ask if I’ve eaten. Who cares? It’s not important.” His thumb brushed the other woman’s cheek. “Right now, nothing and no one matters more than you.” The words hit like a silver dagger to my heart. My knees went weak, but I didn’t fall. Six years. I’d stood beside him as his Luna-in-waiting for six damn years. And this was how little I meant to him? What he didn’t know—what no one knew—was that I wasn’t just some poor she-wolf clinging to him for survival.
I was the biggest investor in his wolf pack the Moonhowl Packhouse. Without my backing, Moonhowl Packhouse would crumble. Swallowing the ache burning through my broken body, I turned on my heel and walked away. I stepped outside, the wind biting through my hospital gown, and pulled out my phone. “Dad,” I said, my voice steady, fangs clenched against the pain. “Call off the engagement with Gilbert. Pull every last coin we invested in Moonhowl Packhouse. Starting today, I want nothing to do with him.” I paused, staring up at the silver-streaked sky. “Our bond is over. From now on—he and I walk separate paths.” By the time I finished the discharge paperwork, the sun had already begun to set, casting long shadows across the hospital floor.
As I packed up my things, my phone rang. Gilbert. I stared at the name glowing on the screen for a moment before finally answering. His voice snapped through the line before I could even say hello—cold, sharp, and demanding. “Lisa, what the hell is going on? Why did I just get a notice calling off the engagement? I’ve already booked the venue for the banquet! We were supposed to meet your parents and discuss wedding datefinalize the mating ceremony—now you’re backing out without a word? Did you even talk to me about this? Even if you had, I wouldn’t have agreed!” He didn’t stop there.
“And where have you been while I was away on business? You’ve missed days of work, disappearing like some rogue wolf. Do you even care about the damage you’re doing to the Moonhowl Packhouse? Or to me?” His words slammed into me, each one sharper than the last. My grip on the phone tightened, and with it came the bitter memory of what I’d witnessed this morning—him, lovingly holding his ex-mate after her abortion, while I’d been unconscious in the ICU, fighting for my life.