“Mommy, am I not good enough for Daddy?”

Those were my four-year-old daughter Laura’s final words before her heart stopped. She died clutching a phone that displayed her father’s ultimate betrayal.

My mate, Alpha King Elroy, never knew Laura was dying of kidney failure. He was too busy being a "father" to his mistress’s child. For Laura’s fifth birthday—and her final wish before surgery—I knelt at his feet, stripping away my dignity to beg for one day. Just one day at the amusement park.

He promised.But as the cold wind bit into Laura’s frail skin, she waited for hours until she coughed up blood and collapsed. Elroy never showed.

While I was signing my daughter's death certificate in a sterile hospital hallway, the internet was exploding with videos of Elroy. He had rented out the city’s largest theme park for Victoria’s daughter, playing the doting father to a child that wasn't his, while his own flesh and blood turned to ash.

Now, Laura is gone. My wolf is silent. And I am finished.Elroy thinks he can find me. He thinks his Alpha authority can command my forgiveness. But how can you beg for a second chance from a woman who has nothing left to give but her hate?