My Mate Sent Me To Prison I Return As His Nightmare novel Chapter 8

I settled in a small territory in the Midwest instead of following Grayson's mother's "helpful" cross-pack application plan.

A few days after arriving, one of my mother's former students Raven tracked me down.

Both my parents had been Alpha educators—Dad, the brilliant artist, and Mom, whose architectural designs had won recognition across all territories.

This particular student had switched careers to become a pack tracker.

When she saw me, she grabbed me in a fierce hug, her voice cracking with emotion.

"Adira, why the hell didn't you call me sooner? Your mom was like a real pack member to me—I won't let those bastards get away with this."

After letting her vent, I invited her inside and laid out my evidence—the videos, recordings, and documents I'd meticulously collected.

Her face hardened with each new revelation. When she finished, she slammed her fist on the table.

"Those sociopathic pieces of shit!" she exploded. "I actually thought when you mated with Grayson after releasing from the Silver Cage that you'd finally caught a break!"

"Instead, that manipulative alpha orchestrated the whole damn thing."

"Framing you, destroying your career, driving your father to his grave, and now literally killing your mother? They belong in cages, not packs."

When her righteous fury finally ebbed, I leaned forward. "I want my life back. Everything they stole from me. Can you help me?"

She nodded but looked troubled. "We still need evidence proving Grayson switched your pack tokens."

The situation was complicated—I had created authentic tokens for Alphas, but Grayson had created near-perfect counterfeits and swapped them without anyone's knowledge.

The audio confession was damning, but in the Council's court, we needed either physical evidence or eyewitness testimony to guarantee justice.

Raven promised to find what we needed, but I has other plans.

I caught sickness and spent a week fighting for my life in the healer's den.

When my words dawned on him, his face turned ashen. His dark eyes filled with unmistakable anguish.

He reached for me again, but I stepped back.

"Adira, please," he said, his voice breaking. "I know what I did was unforgivable. I'll spend every full moon for the rest of my life trying to make it right if you'll just give me the chance."

"I didn't realize until you were gone—I've fallen in love with you somewhere along the way. Without you, there's nothing. My pack is just... empty."

"I've cut Sylvia out completely. Told her if she ever comes near either of us again, I'll destroy her."

"And my mother—" He ran his hands through his disheveled hair. "She won't be a problem anymore. You'll be my only Luna. The entire pack will answer directly to you."

His voice dropped to a desperate whisper.

"Please. One more chance. That's all I'm asking for. Please."