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

“Logan? He loves me. For my sake, he made the foster sister he raised into my servant. It wouldn’t be any different if I auctioned you off to an auction house.”

I clenched my fists and stood with a cold expression. “Take your crazy actions elsewhere. Even if you’re Luna Pack, I’m not your slave or this pack’s slave.”

I turned and walked away.

I’m done humiliating myself in front of Olivia. If I have to fight the entire pack and Olivia, I’ll do it rather than be humiliated at an auction like livestock.

Olivia’s expression was icy. She stood up and grabbed my hair from behind.

“I don’t need your consent. I have a way to make you obey like a slave.”

Before I could fight back against Olivia, the servants rushed to grab my arms and hold me down. They forced me to kneel in front of Olivia.

Olivia poured a liquid from a small bottle into my mouth and slapped my face. “Be a good slave if you want to stay alive.”

My head began to spin. My vision grew blurry.

I shook my head vigorously to shake off the effects of the anesthetic.

Olivia was going to smuggle me into the auction house without anyone knowing if I lost consciousness here.

‘Lena, I need your help.’

‘Gladly, Mia. I’ve wanted to teach that bitch a lesson for a long time.’ Lena roared.

In an instant, the room was filled with the maids' echoing screams as my wolf form roared, flinging their bodies one by one.

Olivia was shocked and furious.

The door burst open.

Logan appeared with a worried look on his face and shouted,

“Mia, stop!”

Due to the effects of the wine, I began to lose consciousness.

When I woke up, I was in the hospital, and Dr. Joseph’s face filled my vision.

“Mia, you’re awake.”

“Ugh….” I tried to sit up, but Dr. Joseph held my shoulders, pushing me back down.

“Stay lying down. The drug’s effects were so strong that you were unconscious for two days. Luna Olivia really went too far. The anesthetic she used could knock out an elephant.”

“Ahem.” Someone cleared their throat behind Dr. Joseph.

“Alpha,” Dr. Joseph greeted Logan. “I’ll leave the two of you alone.”

He then left, leaving Logan and me in the pack’s hospital ward.

Seeing that I was awake, the cold expression on Logan’s face softened for a moment.

“Mia, thank goodness you’re awake.” He paused for a moment, “What Olivia did… I hope you never bring it up with anyone. She didn’t mean to send you to an auction house. She was just joking. Don’t blame her, okay?”

“And don’t transform in front of Olivia. She’s having a panic attack. This is the last time I’ll forgive your werewolf ways.”

I covered my eyes with my hands, holding back a scornful laugh from escaping my lips.

All of Olivia’s misdeeds are considered minor mistakes, and Logan will always protect her.

My retaliation, however, will be seen as rebellion and blown out of proportion.

“Mia, are you listening to me?” Logan frowned.

I glanced at him, putting on a sweet smile. “Fine. I’ll never blame her. Even when she holds a knife to my throat, I’ll have to stay sweet and let her slit my throat. I get it—after all, this isn’t the first time.”

Logan tensed. “Mia, why are you being so sarcastic?"

“I’m joking. Please leave me alone.” I turned my back on him.

Don’t provoke him today.

I have to get out of here; it’s better to keep pretending to be submissive.

I felt his presence slowly retreat and disappear behind me.

The next day, Logan sent a lot of gifts to my room as compensation for Olivia’s actions. No apology.

“Miss Klein….” A maid slipped a small bottle into my hand as she delivered Logan’s gifts. She then left without saying a word.

I stared at her back suspiciously. I’d never seen her in the Wildfire pack. My gaze shifted to the small bottle containing a dark blue liquid.

Aconitum potion.

A potion that creates a false death for whoever drinks it, making their heart seem to stop beating for just two days.

It’s extremely rare.

The phone on the bedside table rang. A call from Alpha Asher.