So my Alpha Fiancee left me for my substitute,Oops I'm alive

My fingers dig into the satin of my wedding dress.

Outside the dressing room door, the emcee's voice drones on.

Suddenly, the door bursts open, and Frankson stands there, his phone clutched in a death grip.

"The wedding is delayed" he says, his voice rough and gravelly.

He storms out of the room.

My mother doesn't even spare me a glance as she rushes past, her high heels clicking on the marble floor

The door of the dressing room slammed open, and I flinched.

I gritted my teeth, yanking at the zipper that had caught on the fabric, and a low growl rumbled in my throat as the silk dug into my skin, leaving angry red welts.​

"Where's the groom?"

"He's gone,the wedding is off."

This was the second time.

Three years ago, I'd almost died in that car accident, my wolf hovering on the brink of permanent dormancy.

He'd held my hand in the ICU, promising to marry me the moment I woke up.

Now, I stood here in my wedding dress, abandoned for another she-wolf.​

As I watched the last of the guests filter out of the grand hall, the fading sunlight cast an otherworldly glow over the empty pews.

My phone vibrated in my pocket, and I pulled it out, my heart stopping at the message from the hospital: "Alice is out of danger. Minor fractures."​

The hospital room door hung ajar, and my mother's sobs seeped through the crack like poisoned honey.

"Silly girl, don't do anything reckless again..."

As I pushed the door open, the metallic stench of antiseptic mingled with a nauseatingly familiar scent-the sweet, cloying aroma of Frankson's pheromones.

The alpha was bent over a tray, his fingers stained red from peeling shrimps.

Each discarded shrimp shell hit the bin with a soft thud.​

The glass bowl filled with glistening shrim.

"Only you could make me do this willingly, my little wolf," he murmured.

He didn't even glance up as I entered.

His entire focus was on the she-wolf in the bed, Alice.

He lifted a perfectly peeled shrimp to her lips.

It was the same look he'd given me during those long, sleepless nights when I'd lain comatose, broken and vulnerable.​

My mother finally noticed my presence.

Alice flinched.​

Frankson's head snapped up

A shrimp shell slipped from his fingers, clattering against the metal bin.

Three years ago, they'd told me Alice was just a placeholder, a temporary comfort until I recovered.

But the way my mother stroked Alice's hair, the way Frankson's eyelashes fluttered as he peeled the shrimp-they told a different story.

"I came to check on Alice,"

Alice peeked at me from behind my mother's shoulder, her eyes glinting with a victorious gleam.

Frankson's jaw tightened.

But instead, he grabbed a handful of tissues, scrubbing at his shrimp-stained fingers.

My mother's cooing words cut through the tense silence.

"Are you hungry, dear? Let Frankson peel you some more shrimp."

I didn't need to turn around to know Frankson would