The Alpha's Betrayed MateOne
Gracie's POV
The snow was falling heavily as the car rolled to a stop in front of the Redmoon Pack's gates. Th weree years had passed, but the memory of that day still haunted me—the day my own family decided I belonged in a women’s prison.
I stood motionless at the pack house entrance, my fingers curling into fists as icy flakes melted against my skin. The car that had brought me here rumbled away, leaving me stranded in a place that no longer felt like home.
“Mom! It’s not me! I love Lily! I would never abduct or kill her!” I had pleaded, my voice raw with desperation. I had looked into my mother’s eyes, begging her to believe me.
But she didn’t.
Even my father had struck me, his fury mirroring the council’s verdict. Only Anastasia had believed me. And Marcus—at least at some point. He had promised to do everything in his power to get me out.
“You are not my daughter anymore for killing Lily! Take her! She deserves to rot in prison and die!” My mother’s voice had cut through me like a blade.
She should have known me better than anyone. So why did she believe them?
I opened my eyes, blinking away the sting of memories. They hadn’t even come to bring me home when the news of my release broke.
The case had been reopened. New evidence had surfaced, proving I wasn’t the one who had abducted and killed Lily. Someone had bailed me out, though I didn’t know who. A part of me hoped it was Marcus. I missed him. In prison, he had been my lifeline, the only thing keeping me from giving up entirely.
We had made a promise—no matter what happened, we would always be together. That he would always be by my side.
The sound of a car engine made my chest tighten. It was the family car. It pulled up, and for a split second, I let myself believe they had come for me.
The door opened, and my father stepped out. His face was cold, unreadable. No warmth, no relief, not even anger—just indifference.
“Why are you here? I don’t have a daughter like you. Leave.”
His words sliced through me like a dagger.
My father still hated me.
Then my mother stepped out. Her eyes softened when they landed on me, a flicker of longing in them. I wanted to run to her, to throw myself into her arms and sob like a child.
“My Alpha, have you read the letter from the council?” she asked, turning to my father.