My Alpha Faked His Death just to Marry Another She-wolf

My Alpha, Stephen Varrenhare, faked his death just to marry another she-wolf.

I mourned him. I shattered, drowning in grief, believing fate had stolen him before we ever reached the altar.

But then—he appeared. Or so I thought. A man walked into our pack, wearing Stephen’s face, his voice, his smile. I believed my Alpha had returned to me… until I learned the truth. He was not a twin. William Varrenhare did not exist.

It was all a cruel game. My Alpha never died. He staged his death to grant Sophia’s “last wish”—to marry her before she drew her final breath. But Sophia never died.