The Blind Alpha's Rejected Savior

Five years. That's how long my Mate, Alpha Courtland, locked me in the Silver Mines for killing his "true love," Kinsley.

But Kinsley wasn't dead. She was hiding in the pack house, living in luxury while I rotted.

When I was finally released, broken and dying, Kinsley framed me again. To protect his "pregnant" mistress, Courtland stood by and watched as she threw my ten-year-old brother off a bridge.

That was the moment my love died. I climbed to the hospital roof, accepted Courtland's rejection, and jumped to my death right before his eyes.

It took my suicide for him to find the truth—that I was the White Wolf who had healed his blindness, not her. That he had tortured his innocent Mate.

He spent three years drowning in regret, his brain rotting from Bond Decay, praying for death.

Until he saw me at a gala.

I wasn't Ana anymore. I was Amelia, the fiancée of a rival Alpha.

He knelt, begging for six months of my time to soothe his dying bond, offering me his entire pack as inheritance.

I agreed. Not to save him, but to watch him die.

And to secure the legacy for the secret son I was carrying—his son.

Chapter 1

Ana POV

Five years.

That's one thousand, eight hundred, and twenty-five days of inhaling silver dust.

In the world of humans, silver is jewelry. In our world, for the Blood Moon Pack, silver is poison. It burns the skin like acid and keeps the wolf inside us sedated, screaming in silent agony.

I coughed, and the taste of metal filled my mouth. My skin was gray, covered in sores that refused to heal because the air in the Silver Mines didn't allow for regeneration.

"Prisoner 304. Front and center."

The warden's voice was rough. The heavy iron gate creaked open. The sunlight hit my eyes, and it felt like a physical blow. I had forgotten what the sun looked like.

I stumbled out, my legs trembling. I was twenty-three now. I went in when I was eighteen, just a girl who had been accused of pushing Kinsley, the Alpha's savior, off a cliff.

The warden didn't look at me. He shoved a small, framed photo into my hands.

"Alpha Courtland's orders," he grunted. "You are to wear this around your neck. Always. If you take it off, you go back in the hole."

I looked down. It was a picture of Kinsley, smiling her perfect, innocent smile. The woman I supposedly murdered. The woman whose death sentence I had been serving.

My fingers trembled as I put the chain around my neck. It felt heavier than the shackles I had just lost.

"Where is... is anyone here for me?" I asked, my voice raspy from disuse.

The warden laughed. "For a murderer? The Alpha sent the transport. That's more mercy than you deserve."

I climbed into the back of the old van. The driver was a Beta I used to know. Thomas. He didn't