Alpha Mate’s “Dead” First Love Came Back

The day after my Alpha mate's precious childhood sweetheart Sage accused me of sending rogue wolves to attack her, my mate Kael, along with our two sons, suspended my brother above a massive cauldron of boiling silver, threatening to throw him into the molten metal that would burn him alive.

I went insane, rushing toward them, but the pack warriors held me back with iron grips.

"Do you understand your mistake now?" Kael stood nearby in his perfectly tailored suit, his eyes cold as winter frost, his voice laced with ice. "Will you ever dare to hurt Sage again?"

"I didn't attack her!" I cried, struggling against the warriors' hold. "Kael, let my brother go! He's only eighteen! He just got accepted to Harvard!"

Five-year-old River crossed his small arms, his face emotionless. "The evidence is clear. Why are you still lying?"

Four-year-old Stone nodded along, his tone innocent yet cruel. "Mommy, if you're so scared of Uncle dying, you shouldn't have attacked Aunt Sage. She's our precious one."

My heart contracted violently.

Sage was their precious one. Then what was I? What did I mean to them?

I looked toward Kael, hoping he might spare my brother for the sake of our years as mates.

But he only stared at me coldly, his gaze like he was looking at a complete stranger.

I suddenly laughed, though tears streamed down my face.

They thought it was just a dummy tied up there and they were just trying to scare me.

They didn't realize that Sage had someone switch out that dummy. What's frying in the silver now is my dear little brother.

In the boiling silver, my brother's body was already burned beyond recognition.

But when I completely gave up and left, why did three men kneel down and beg me to come back?

The day after my Alpha mate's precious childhood sweetheart accused me of sending rogue wolves to attack her, my mate Kael, along with our two sons, suspended my brother above a massive cauldron of boiling silver, threatening to throw him into the molten metal that would burn him alive.

I went insane, rushing toward them, but the pack warriors held me back with iron grips.

"Do you understand your mistake now?" Kael stood nearby in his perfectly tailored suit, his eyes cold as winter frost, his voice laced with ice. "Will you ever dare to hurt Sage again?"

"I didn't attack her!" I cried, struggling against the warriors' hold. "Kael, let my brother go! He's only eighteen! He just got accepted to Harvard!"

Five-year-old River crossed his small arms, his face emotionless. "The evidence is clear. Why are you still lying?"

Four-year-old Stone nodded along, his tone innocent yet cruel. "Mommy, if you're so scared of Uncle dying, you shouldn't have attacked Aunt Sage. She's our precious one."

My heart contracted violently.

Sage was their precious one. Then what was I? What did I mean to them?

I looked toward Kael, hoping he might spare my