The Alpha Who Traded My Kidney for Her Life

After the divorce, I took my bruised and exhausted self to a charming little coastal town far from the Silver Moon Pack’s territory. I assumed a new identity, got a different phone, and cut all connections with the frenetic life I’d left behind. Everyone thought I had died in that notorious ritual Graham forced me to undergo to save Ivey Bennett. For three years, white lilies appeared on my grave without fail.

Then, one day, the glass door of my café swung open, and in walked someone I knew. Sean Phillips, Graham’s loyal Beta, stood there, stunned. His eyes widened as he took me in, his voice trembling as he asked why I hadn’t returned if I was still alive. Didn’t I know that Graham Ortiz, our Alpha, had been consumed with guilt over me, nearly ending his own life?

Graham Ortiz, my ex-mate, was the Alpha of the Silver Moon Pack, a powerful and dominant werewolf whose loyalty to Ivey Bennett, a rogue, had shattered our mate bond. He had forced me to undergo a dangerous ritual to heal her, leaving me physically and emotionally scarred. I had faked my death with the help of Edwin Ortiz, his grandfather and a respected Lycan elder, to escape Graham’s control.

Ivey Bennett despised me for being Graham’s mate and had manipulated him into forcing me to undergo that ritual. Her actions had led to my decision to fake my death. After Graham discovered the extent of her cruelty, he exacted brutal revenge, leaving her mentally broken. She was now confined to a high-security psychiatric facility for rogue werewolves.

The first time Ivey had targeted me, she tricked me into a danger zone where I stepped on a trap, shattering bones and suffering internal injuries. I lay in the pack’s infirmary for ten days. Graham moved heaven and earth, bringing in the best healers from other packs to save me from the brink of death.

The second time, she abandoned me in the wilderness, commanding me to find my own way back. Graham halted a pack-wide training exercise, mobilizing an entire squadron of warriors to search day and night for three days, finally discovering me dehydrated and unconscious in the barren land.

This cycle of her hurting me and him rescuing me continued until the ninety-ninth time. When Ivey learned from Graham that I had a severe peanut allergy, she ground ten pounds of peanuts into powder and force-fed it to me, triggering a severe allergic reaction. Before I was rushed into the infirmary, I begged Graham to hold her accountable, but he shook his head helplessly.

"Sweetheart, let it go,” he said. “Ivey's a rogue with a troubled past, she's insecure, and only feels alive when she’s causing chaos. She didn’t realize your allergy was so severe. It was just a bit of mischief, she never meant real harm. For my sake, just let it slide, okay?"

That was the moment my heart completely shut down.

The next morning, as soon