You Had Me Once, Never Again

Alpha Draven was gone.

At his funeral, sorrow hung in the air like fog—but not for long. A lawyer stepped into the grieving crowd and read aloud the Alpha’s final will. Every asset—lands, riches, power—was not left to me, his Luna, nor to the Silver Hollow Pack.

It all belonged to an omega.

"All of it is under her name," the lawyer declared.

Her name? Isabelle.

I had always known. From the day Alpha Draven “rescued” her, insisting he saw her as a sister, I sensed the lie. It had never been platonic. And now, with the pack’s legacy signed away, the truth couldn’t be clearer.