Alpha’s Regret After He Proposed to a Fake Heiress

I'd been with Alpha Adrian Grant for eight years, but he never once allowed me to go public with our relationship.

On the eve of my birthday, I learned he'd bid on a priceless moonstone ring at auction. I could barely contain my excitement—I thought he was finally going to claim me openly.

But on my birthday, I saw the photos on the news. Adrian, kissing another she-wolf. And on Vivian's hand—the one wrapped around his neck—was the very moonstone ring I'd been dreaming about.

It hit me like a bolt of lightning. I drove toward Moonlight Forest, but halfway there, a pack of rogues ambushed me. Desperate, I reached through the mate bond, trying to connect with Adrian. Every single time, he shut me out.

Just when I'd given up hope, a passerby drove the rogues off and rushed me to the hospital. My pup was gone—lost in the attack. I called Adrian through my tears, over and over. On the twenty-fifth try, the call finally connected. But the voice I heard wasn't his.

"Ugh, so annoying. You promised you'd spend today with me—just me. Why are you taking calls from other she-wolves?"

Adrian immediately set me aside, his tone turning honey-sweet as he soothed the woman in his arms. "I know, I know. I'll ignore her. She's just some orphan with no family—how could she possibly compare to you?"

Their smug laughter pierced through the phone like a knife to the chest.

But what they didn't know was this: I was the true daughter of the Oceanridge Pack Alpha—his only heir. Vivian Blake was nothing more than a girl my family had taken in out of pity.

I opened the mind-link to my father. "Dad, I'm coming home. And that arranged mating you mentioned—I agree. But I have two conditions. First, remove Vivian from the pack. Second, cut all ties with Crescent Moon Pack and pull every cent of funding we've ever given them."

Ten years ago, my family tried to arrange a mating alliance for me. Furious, I ran away and didn't contact them for over a decade. My father used every resource the pack had to track me down, and when he found me, he let me be—afraid I was still angry, he humored me and let me stay where I was. He even funded Adrian's pack behind the scenes, worried I might struggle in a small pack. Half the projects in Crescent Moon Pack ran on my family's money.

So when my father finally received my message, he barely had time to feel happy before the anger set in. His voice was sharp with fury.

"Consider it done. I'll handle this personally."

"If it weren't for you being in that pack, I wouldn't give that small pack a second thought. I can't believe that Adrian had the nerve to treat you like this. Don't worry—I'll make sure he pays."

"As for Vivian—I only took her in because I felt sorry for her. Turns out a