I Married The Alpha Who executed Me.

The arena was quiet. Not the quiet that makes you think it’s peaceful. It felt heavy, as if the air itself were trying to crush me. I knelt in the center of the Frostbite arena with iron biting into my wrists. The chains were so cold that they numbed my skin, but I could still feel the tremor in my hands. Snow drifted lazily through the open roof of the stone pit, melting against the bloodstains scattered across the ground. Bloodstains that were not all mine. Hundreds of wolves surrounded the arena walls. Warriors of the Frostbite Clan watched from the tiered stone steps, their faces unreadable, but I felt the weight of their judgment and fury. Their scents blended into a storm of anger, grief, and hunger for revenge. Not one of them looked at me like I was their Luna. I lifted my head, and there he was. Jerek Bloodpelt. My mate. The man whom I loved, who promised me forever, the world, and beyond. The man who had once pressed his forehead against mine beneath the moon and promised that no force in this world would ever separate us. The same man now looked at me like I was nothing but a stranger. The wind stirred his dark hair as he stepped forward, boots scraping against the stone. The Frostbite warriors fell even quieter as their Alpha moved closer to the edge of the platform. My chest constricted. My wolf whimpered inside me. Mate. It whispered, weak and terrified. I forced myself to stay upright. I swallowed. My throat burned. “Jerek,” I croaked. “You know me. You know I wouldn’t dare.” He didn’t answer. His eyes remained fixed on mine, unreadable, cold, and distant. “Traitor,” someone shouted. “Monster.” “Kill her.” The insults rolled down from the arena walls like stones. I shook my head slowly, fighting the panic clawing its way up my spine. I dragged my gaze back to Jerek. “It’s a mistake. I didn’t do it.” I said, louder now. “Someone lied to you. I didn’t betray anyone.” Still nothing from him. The silence stretched so long that my heart began to hammer painfully in my chest. “Silence,” he finally said, and the word cut sharper than steel. Then another voice broke the quiet. “This isn’t easy for any of us.” I turned toward the voice. Alpha Maddox Wildclaw. He stepped forward from the front row of the gathered Alphas. His broad shoulders were wrapped in a dark fur cloak, snow clinging to the edges. His expression carried the same quiet sympathy he had shown me when the war began. When my pack started dying. “Sylara,” he said gently. “If there were another explanation, we would have found it.” My chest tightened. “Maddox, you know I wouldn’t do this,” I said quickly. “You’ve fought beside me. You know who I am.” I glanced at him, hope flickering, tiny and fragile. I said, voice shaky. “You know I wouldn’t betray anyone.” His gaze softened with what appeared to be genuine regret. “I know who you were,” he said quietly. A ripple of agreement spread through the watching wolves. My pulse stuttered. No. This couldn’t be happening. I dragged my attention back to the platform. Jerek’s boots scraped against the stone as he moved closer. Snow scattered with each step. My heart raced, too fast. I lifted my chained hands slightly, the metal clinking together. “Look at me,” I pleaded. “You can feel it. The bond doesn’t lie.” For the first time, his expression shifted. Pain flickered across his face. So quickly, I almost believed I imagined it. Then it was gone. He reached for the sword hanging at his side. The sound of steel sliding free from its sheath sliced through the arena like a scream. My breath caught. “You stand accused of treason,” he said, voice low, precise, unstoppable. “Aiding the enemy that destroyed allied packs. Betraying your own people.” I shook my head violently. “That’s a lie. I didn’t. I would never. You know me!” “You are accused,” he continued, ignoring me, “of using your position as Luna to gather intelligence for those enemies.” “I didn’t!” My voice cracked as the words tore out of my throat. “I would never betray my pack. Or yours.” The sword gleamed in his hand as he stepped closer. Snow crunched beneath his boots. “Then explain Moonveil,” someone shouted from the crowd. A surge of grief hit me so hard I nearly collapsed. Moonveil Pack. My home. My family. They were gone. Burned to the ground in a single night. I lifted my eyes to Jerek again, desperation burning in my chest. “You think I killed my own people?” I whispered. He stopped a step away from me. Close enough that I could see the tension in his jaw. Close enough that I could feel the faint pull of the mate bond between us. His wolf stirred beneath the surface. For a moment, hope sparked inside me. Then he spoke. “The evidence is overwhelming.” The words struck harder than any blade. “No,” I breathed. He raised the sword slowly. The entire arena seemed to lean forward with him. My heart pounded so loudly it drowned out the murmurs spreading through the crowd. “Jerek,” I said hoarsely. “Please.” The blade hovered above me. “If you ever loved me,” I whispered, “you'd know I’m innocent.” His hand tightened around the hilt. For the first time since this nightmare began, his gaze softened. Just slightly. And in that single heartbeat, I saw something that made my stomach drop. Regret. Not doubt. Not hesitation. Regret. Like he already knew what he was about to do. The realization slammed into me with brutal clarity. He believed I had become something dangerous. Something he could not allow to live. My voice trembled as the truth settled like ice in my bones. “You really think I deserve this?” His expression hardened again. “You left me no choice.” The blade came down. Pain exploded through my chest as the cold steel punched into my heart. A strangled gasp tore from my throat. The world tilted violently as strength drained from my body. Warm blood spilled across the snow. My vision blurred. But I forced myself to look at him one last time. Jerek Bloodpelt stood over me, the sword still buried in my chest. The Alpha who had once sworn to protect me. The mate who had just executed me. Our eyes met. And in the fading darkness swallowing my vision, I saw that same terrible emotion burning in his gaze. Regret, pain, and understanding. And then, everything went black.