My spirit drifted in the shadows beside him, watching his every move with an eerie detachment. The truth was no longer hidden—every deception, every carefully spun lie had unraveled before him. But what did it matter anymore? I was gone. My body lay lifeless, yet my soul remained, tethered to this world by the cruel weight of unfinished justice.
There was a time when I had loved him with reckless abandon, surrendering my heart without hesitation. But death had a way of stripping away illusions, leaving only the bitter sting of clarity. Now, from beyond the veil of life, I could finally see him for what he truly was—a blind fool, incapable of recognizing what had been right before him until it was too late.
An Alpha who had crushed my devotion beneath his feet, calling it gratitude while
