Chapter 76

Hannah's POV

In the shadowed recesses of my consciousness, a sinister plot unfurled like a venomous bloom. My name, once whispered with reverence, now lingered as a harbinger of malevolence. HANNAH – the ex-mate of Alpha Nate but far from forgotten.

My return to the pack was calculated, fueled by a burning desire for retribution. Elena never needed to know that she was merely a tool. I had become a specter, an echo of vengeance that haunted the edges of their lives.

The concubine, Elena, danced through the clearing, a delicate figure unaware of the webs I was weaving around her. It was a malevolent ballet, and I, the orchestrator, reveled in the unfolding drama. At least she got to enjoy life a little.

One evening, beneath the cascading hues of the setting sun, I approached Nate with feigned innocence. "Nate," I purred, my voice a silky whisper that cut through the evening air, "it's been too long."

He turned, his eyes narrowing as reco