My Mate Is a Dead Man

"The day we were meant to be mated, my Alpha, Ford, was ambushed. Silver bullets shredded his car, sending it plunging off a bridge and into the river below. He was pronounced dead. Drowned.I was left pregnant with his heir, shattered by the raw agony of our severed mate bond.Then Ford's twin, Aiden, returned from abroad with his mate, Kyra. His identical face and a scent so similar to my mate's nearly drove me mad. A desperate part of me swore Ford was still alive.I told myself it was just grief. A widow's delusion.Until I overheard a hushed conversation and the horrifying truth slammed into me: the man pretending to be Aiden was Ford. He had faked his death.He'd let his own brother die in his place, all for Kyra—the other woman carrying his child.The grief that had crippled me instantly morphed into a cold, sharp rage.Ford didn't just break our bond; he shattered it. And I would make him pay.I wiped my tears and sent a single message to my brother, Billy, the Alpha of the Winterstone Pack."Brother, I need a plane crash. He loves faking his death? Fine. Let him feel what it's like to truly lose a mate."Only when the news of my "death" spread did Ford reclaim his name.He knelt for seven days and nights in the ashes of the home we once shared, consumed by a grief of his own making."