I Faked My Death, and My Alpha Begged Me to Come Back

They left me alone in a stinking, damp, cold, pitch-black dungeon.

I’m afraid of the dark. I feel like I can’t breathe in the darkness, and all my senses go numb.

Logan knows I’m afraid of the dark, but he still locked me in a dark cell.

I cried out. “Get me out of here! Please get me out of here!”

No one came for two days. No one brought me food.

I curled up, hugging myself in the darkness, trembling with fear in my mind.

My body began to fail.

The image of my mother appeared in my mind.

I haven’t even visited her in the past five years. Logan and Madam Freya have kept me locked up in the pack. I don’t even know which hospital my mother is in.

My mother is the only reason I’ve endured all the oppression in this pack.

“Lena, I don’t want to die. I want to see my mother.”

“Calm down, Mia! They won’t let you die here. Please hang in there a little longer. Everything will be okay.” Lena calmed me down, then played back memories of my mother.

The image of my mother’s smiling face shone like sunlight in the midst of pitch-black darkness.

When I cried because of a nightmare in the middle of the night, Mom would rock me to sleep on her lap. Her gentle hands would stroke my head.

“Sleep, my little star. As long as I’m here, no one will hurt you.”

Tears streamed down my cheeks.

I have to get out of here, find my mother, and take her far away from this utterly repulsive Wildfire gang’s extortion.

That resolve is what keeps me going.

The cell door creaked open. The light of a torch dimly illuminated the dark cell.

Logan’s figure appeared in my line of sight. His face remained cold.

“Have you reflected on your mistake?”

I just stared at him blankly from the dirty floor.

Though I desperately wanted to scream at him, I knew better than to lose my temper if I wanted to get out of here.

I pretended to admit my mistake.

“I... I admit my mistake...”

After that, I lost consciousness.

When I woke up, I was already in my warm bed with an IV in my arm. Someone was holding me tightly from behind, whispering softly in a hoarse voice.

“Mia... as long as you stay by my side, I’ll never hurt you. You mustn’t leave this pack. I’ll give you anything you want.”

My eyes closed again. He only showed this tenderness when we were in bed, purely because he felt satisfied, not out of genuine affection.

Logan ordered the doctors and maids to take care of me until my body recovered and to stay by my side. He relieved me of my duty to serve Olivia.

He was so attentive, reminding me of my childhood.

I fell ill at the start of winter. Logan’s face was filled with panic then. He never left my side and cared for me himself, even skipping work.

A few days later, my body recovered.

Logan returned to his usual demeanour.

“Go cheer Olivia up. She’s in a bad mood because I’ve been taking care of you for days. Whatever she does to you, you have to endure it, understand?”

I bowed my head, answering indifferently. “Yes, Alpha.”

Before leaving, Logan suddenly pulled something out of his pants pocket and tossed it onto my lap.

“Wear this during the Moonlight Birth Fest.”

A ruby necklace, a family heirloom passed down through the Sinclair family.

I pursed my lips, ignoring the necklace on the table, began packing my belongings into a box, then sent it out discreetly and called Alpha Asher to ask for his help in retrieving those items.

***

Kneeling before Olivia, I pulled the basin to wash her feet.

“You must be so happy,” Olivia glared at me with eyes full of hatred. “I heard Logan talking to the pack elders about making you his second mate.”

My eyes widened as I stared at her. The blood seemed to drain from my face.

Logan wants to make me his second mate? To bind me to the pack forever?

No!

I shook my head. “I don’t want to be his second mate.”

“Don’t play dumb! You accepted that necklace! You must’ve loved showing off that necklace at the party, right? To tell everyone that Logan dumped me? Let me tell you, Logan only made you his second mate—and I’m still Luna!”

The wine glass in her hand was hurled at my face.

It shattered against my head. The thick mixture of my blood and wine felt warm as it trickled down the side of my head.

My hands clenched into fists, trying to restrain myself.

“Luna Olivia, I never wanted the position of Second Mate. If I could, I’d leave this place and never come back.”

“You want to leave this place? There’s only one way you can leave here.” Her eyes flashed with cruelty and extreme hatred toward me.

“I know a place that’ll welcome you with open arms: an omega auction house that specializes in breeding.”

My body tensed, staring at Olivia in disbelief.

“Are you crazy? Do you think you can sell people like goods? Does Logan know what you’re doing?!”