The werewolf police found Mila in the dungeons of the Darkmoon Pack, barely alive, her internal organs ruptured from the beating.
With her condition confirmed, Carter’s charges were escalated. He was no longer just a monster in the eyes of the court–he was a murderer.
The sentence was upgraded accordingly.
He was officially imprisoned for attempted manslaughter.
Not long after, his company declared bankruptcy. The empire he once lorded over crumbled Fro
dust.
All the so–called friends who used to flatter him, toast to him, follow him like sheep w
without a trace.
The pack members dispersed one after another, abandoning the territory like rats fleeing a sinking
ship.
The day Carter was finally transferred to the central werewolf prison, no one came to see him off.
Not even one last loyal follower.
Once a high–profile Alpha revered by thousands, he was now a disgraced prisoner.
From admired to reviled. From Alpha to absolute disgrace.
He had become a walking punchline.
It wasn’t until then that he realized the truth–what a fool he’d been.
region. All along, the woman he thought he could abuse and discard… was actually the sister of the Bloodmoon Pack’s Alpha–the most powerful pack in the
When I sealed the mate bond with him years ago, he assumed I was just an average she–wolf.
He never even imagined the power behind me.
And now, it was far too late.
In prison, Carter became obsessed with seeing me.
Every few days, my Beta would report the same thing
“Harper, Alpha Carter has requested to see you again. He says he has something important to say.
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I scoffed.
“See him? I’d have to be insane to waste another second of my life on him.”
But clearly, I had underestimated his desperation.
When the face–to–face requests failed, he started sending letters. Dozens of them.
Each one supposedly full of regret and heartfelt apologies.
I never opened a single one.
Not even a glance.
They made my skin crawl just sitting on my desk.
One morning, a maid brought in another freshly delivered envelope.
I didn’t even lift my eyes.
“Burn it,” I said coldly. “From now on, if you see anything from him, set it on fire. Don’t ever brig them to me again.”
Compared to Carter, Mila’s fate was even more pathetic.
According to the pack doctor, her spinal cord had suffered irreversible damage.
She would spend the rest of her life bedridden–completely paralyzed from the waist down.
Her kidneys had also failed from the trauma, She now relied on catheters and urine bags to survive.
“I’m going to sue him again!” Mila screamed hysterically from her hospital bed. “I want him dead! I want the death penalty!”
I stood silently in the doorway of her room, watching her contorted face–red with hatred and frustration.
And I found myself smiling.
“What a perfect match,” I murmured.
I turned on my heel, leaving her screams and curses behind me like a bad memory.
A month later, more news came in.
Carter had his legs broken in prison–brutally–by a fellow inmate.
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Apparently, he’d been running his mouth and pissed off the wrong werewolf.
I took a sip of red wine, unbothered.
“Serves him right,” I murmured, swirling the glass gently.
Outside the window, the sun was warm and golden on my
skin.
I tilted my face toward it, soaking in the light.
Then, remembering something, I picked up my phone and tapped out a message to Landor.
Harper: [Nice work on that last thing.]
