Chapter 67

Fake Alex

Pain exploded through me. My knees buckled. The room spun. I hated him—for controlling every emotion, every breath. I was a body, a weapon, a replacement. But I was also Alex…wasn’t I? I wasn’t so sure anymore.

The first time I saw Gwen, I understood—not with my eyes, but with my wolf. The moment she stepped beside Weston, everything froze. Not because she looked like me or because she was beautiful, but because she carried something I never could: a soul. Her scent—wildflowers, mint, warmth—was home. Weston’s scent alone used to comfort me; mixed with hers, it felt like acid.

He belonged to her, no matter how tight my collar or how familiar my face. I was the shadow left behind after someone ripped away the original. And Weston knew it. His wolf knew it.

I was pacing my room when someone