Chapter 60. Seeds of Treason

She found him in the garden behind his estate, hunched on a stone bench beneath a gnarled tree, his shoulders heavy with grief. His face was hollow, his eyes sunken. The memory of Sisi’s public execution still haunted him—and the image of his wife’s sickly frame, curled and withering in their bed, clung to his every breath.

He didn’t look up when the woman stepped into the moonlight.

“I warned Sisi once,” she said softly, “but it did her no good. Now I come to you, Gamma, because unlike her… you still have something left to lose.”

His eyes lifted slowly, tired and bitter. “Who are you?”

“No one,” she replied, smiling faintly. “Just someone who knows what it feels like to be loyal… and betrayed.”

He scoffed and turned away. “You waste your time.”

“Do I?” Her voice was smooth, laced with venom. “You gave everything to this pack. And what did you get in return? A dead daughter. A dying wife. And an Alpha who used you… then tossed you aside like nothi