“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.”