After Three Years as a Deranged Alpha’s Sedative, I Faked My Death Chapter 06

After Three Years as a Deranged Alpha’s Sedative, I Faked My Death Chapter 06

A few hours later, the powerful wind pushed the Ford completely into the Hudson River. 

I did not leave New York right away, instead renting a basement apartment in Queens and hiding there for an entire week because I wanted to see how Adrian would react. 

For the first few days, there was nothing on the news because the Black family had kept the incident from reaching the public. 

Using an old backup account, I checked the young heirs‘ group chat I had once joined. 

Someone wrote, “Did you hear? Erin disappeared. 

Adrian hasn’t even looked for her. He’s in Aspen skiing with Selena.” 

Another person replied, “She was only a 

substitute. He got tired of her a long time ago. She probably took the money and ran.” 

I let out a cold laugh and kept eating my cup 

noodles. 

Just as I had expected, he had never cared about 

1. me. 

Then came the eighth day. 

The police found the wreckage of the Ford downstream. 

There was no body inside, only my bloodstained coat, bleached pale after being soaked in the river. 

The medical examiner confirmed that the blood belonged to me and that the amount lost had been massive, and combined with the violent current that night, my chances of survival were considered almost nonexistent. 

A death certificate was issued, and the Black family was notified. 

That same day, the story appeared across every 

major news outlet in New York. 

Not because I was dead. 

Because Adrian had gone completely insane. 

Someone posted a blurry video in the group chat, 

their hands shaking so badly they could barely 

type. 

“Adrian has completely lost control…” 

The video had been recorded outside the city 

morgue. 

Adrian stood there in a thin dress shirt, his hair 

disheveled and one hand clutching my 

bloodstained coat in a death grip. 

He had grown frighteningly thin, with his eyes sunken deep into his face, while his overwhelming. 

Alpha pressure forced the officers around him to 

keep backing away. 

Selena approached him in tears and tried to grab 

his arm. 

“Adrian, stop. She’s already dead…” 

“Get the hell away from me!” 

He flung Selena away without ever taking his eyes off the coat, a low wolfish growl rumbling from his 

throat. 

“She’s not dead! How dare she die? She promised she’d stay with me forever. She promised she’d never leave me!” 

Then he stormed away from the morgue and drove straight to the bridge. 

It was the first time he had completely unleashed his wolf without me there to calm him. 

According to the reports, the Black Pack’s Alpha heir jumped into the Hudson River in the pouring rain and swore he would bring me back himself. 

Had the rescue team arrived even a few minutes 

later, he would have died in the river. 

He spent three days kneeling by the riverbank before coughing up blood and collapsing, after 

which he was taken to the intensive care unit 

against his will. 

I finished the last bite of my cup noodles while 

watching the news on my phone, then closed the 

page. 

The pain he showed only after my “death” meant 

nothing to me. 

The sedative had stopped working, so he could suffer for as long as he liked. 

The next day, I boarded a red–eye flight under my 

new identity.