Today was my daughter's one hundred days' celebration. It should have been perfect. Until the 'dead man' showed up at my gate... My former fiancé... "Eva, darling. I'm back!" Holt Ashford. The Beta who'd faked his own death on our wedding day three years ago to run off with his hooker Omega mistress Willow. And now he was standing on my doorstep like he'd just returned from a pleasant vacation. "Willow and I've done," he climbed the steps without invitation. "Do you miss me, honey?" Did he just— Did this motherfucker just say that? How did he dare be this shamless? "I know the fake death thing was... unfortunate," His tone suggesting he was discussing a minor social faux pas. "But really, Eva, you're an Alpha female. A few rumors about being cursed? That's nothing. Willow, on the other hand—she was a hooker and an omega. I ruined her reputation. I had to marry her." My temples throbbed. He spoke of his past mistakes and betrayal so casually? Mother fucker! I'd loved him once. Stupidly, naively loved him. Then on our wedding day, he'd "died." Dropped dead right before he could mark me. The same night, Willow—the most famous courtesan in Silvermoon City—had hanged herself, leaving a note: "I wish to be the west wind, forever in your embrace." The scandal had been immediate. Brutal. I was the cursed Alpha Princess. The mate-killer. The monster who'd destroyed true love. Father had dissolved the engagement. Three months later, my father had arranged a new match... Alpha Jasper. War hero. Orphan. Alpha blood. My True Mate... My true love. "You mourned me for three years. Very touching, really." He smiled like he was bestowing a great honor. "I even heard you adopted a pup to continue my bloodline. So loyal. So devoted." Wow! Was he high? Was he actually fucking high right now? "Don't worry," Moving closer. "You'll be my Chosen Second Mate—equal to Willow, of course. I'll treat you both fairly. You can even manage the household finances." Three years ago, this man had shattered my heart. I'd mourned him. Cursed myself. Believed I'd somehow caused his death. Now? Now I felt absolutely nothing. "Get. Him. Out. Now." My voice came out flat. Cold. The Alpha command rippled through the air—not loud, but unmistakable. If my present husband Alpha Jasper sees this Beta on our doorstep, he's going to lose his shit. Holt didn't move. Worse—he smiled?
"You're so beautiful when you're angry." I rolled my eyes so hard I nearly detached a retina. "Look, I get it. You're upset. We'll have a proper ceremony in seven days. I'll make it up to you." He actually winked. "Holt." I kept my voice level, though my wolf was snarling. "What makes you think I've been waiting for you?" "Father already arranged another match for me. I'm married. I have a daughter!" Then he laughed. "Who would marry a woman still in love with another man?" He looked genuinely pitying. "Maybe some desperate Gamma trying to climb the social ladder married you, but I know you. You're too proud to actually... consummate anything. You're saving yourself for me." I must have been blind three years ago to fall for this delusional Beta!! "The pup," Holt continued. "I know you adopted her to give me an heir. How thoughtful." My jaw clenched. "And I've been watching, Eva. Princesses of other packs move into their estates after marriage. But you? You've been living here alone, waiting at Mountain Moon Estate. Waiting for me." I'm going to have an aneurysm. "Your Alpha father is ill. And your Alpha brother Dominic has no heir. But I'm virile, strong. If you give him a son to adopt, think of the political advantage—" "Holt." I cut him off. "How many times do I have to say this? You died. I got married. I have a daughter. My own daughter. And I'm not giving her to anyone!" I wanted to laugh. "Eva." Holt's voice dropped to what he probably thought was seductive. "You're still so bold. Flirting with me in broad daylight." "Go home. Get your wedding dress prepared. Seven days. We'll have a proper ceremony." "Close the gate!" I ordered. The gate slammed shut with a satisfying crash. Outside, Holt's laughter echoed. "Still throwing tantrums! So adorable!" The whole situation was absurd. Infuriating. --- [In the afternoon] My mate. My Alpha. My husband. Jasper was a Alpha male through and through—all muscle and intensity, with a possessive streak a mile wide. He was gentle with me, patient with our daughter Pearl, deadly to everyone else. And when he got jealous? He'd "punish" me while he was fucking me on the bed. Thoroughly. Just thinking about it made me tremble... His huge penis... But my husband seemed don't know this... He'd planned an outing—Stellar Restaurant had new menu items, and he'd reserved a private booth on the second floor. Unfortunately, right as we reached the restaurant, his Gamma arrived with some urgent matter. "Go ahead," Jasper said, kissing my forehead. "Order whatever you want. I'll join you soon." I entered Stellar Restaurant alone. And immediately heard a familiar, insufferable voice from the second floor. "Stalking me AGAIN?" I looked up. You've got to be fucking kidding me?! Holt Ashford stood at the top of the stairs. "Really, Eva. I said I'd marry you. You don't need to follow me everywhere." He descended the stairs, shaking his head. "The fake death thing won't happen again. I promise." I turned to leave... Holt followed me into the private booth.
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