The Alpha Who Killed His Savior Mate

From the back cover

I came ashore to save my Fated Mate from a genetic curse, but he locked me in a dungeon for three years.

Alpha Silas believed my kind killed his parents. He drained my blood daily to feed his mistress, Emily, who claimed my essence was the only thing keeping their unborn baby alive.

I endured the silver chains and the acid burns, hoping he would one day see the truth.

But when my ten-year-old brother tried to rescue me, Emily smashed his skull with an iron bar right in front of Silas.

Silas didn't arrest her. He didn't scream. He stood between us, shielding the murderer.

"She was protecting our heir," he said coldly, looking at my brother's small, broken body floating in the tank. "You brought this on yourself."

I held my brother’s corpse as my heart finally shattered. The bond between us snapped, and my body began to dissolve into sea foam.

"I tried," I whispered as I faded into nothingness.

Moments after I disappeared, the laboratory door opened.

Silas’s parents, the ones he thought I killed, walked in alive and well.

At the same time, the pack doctor rushed in, pale and trembling.

"Alpha," he stammered, pointing at Emily. "There is no baby. She has been faking the pregnancy for months."

Silas looked at his living parents, then at the empty pile of sea foam on the floor where his True Mate used to be.

And for the first time, the Alpha screamed.