Avenge My Son's Death on the Devil Alpha

Amidst my desperate attempts to restore the sanctity of my son's grave, Alpha Kellan approached. "Mira, stop this!" His voice thundered, wrenching the shovel from my hands.

"You're heartless!" I shouted back, my anger boiling over. Defiantly, I knelt down and began scooping the earth back with my bare hands.

Seeing my actions, Selene gestured to her warriors, urging them to enforce her commands. "Why are you just standing there? Stop her!"

Two warriors promptly restrained me, their grips firm as I struggled in vain to break free. Meanwhile, Alpha Kellan advanced with a cold glare fixed on me.

"Selene is already distraught over Cherry's death, and now you're provoking her by disturbing his grave. You've crossed a line. Apologize to Selene now!" His words cut through the tense air, laden with accusation.

His accusing tone cut through me, demanding an apology to the woman who dared to disturb my son's resting place. It angered me to the core.

I glared back at Kellan, my resolve unwavering. "Never," I said firmly, my voice trembling with emotion.

"Alpha Kellan, you always spoke of our Luna's generosity, but look at her now," Selene interjected, seizing the opportunity to sow discord between us. "She's behaving like a madwoman. What would others say if they saw this? Would they laugh at you for having such a mate?"

Upon hearing that, Alpha Kellan's gaze turned to me with a mix of disappointment and disdain. "Did you hear that? Don't embarrass me. Go back to the pack house and be with Ryder. How can you leave him alone like this?"

I met his stare with defiance, my teeth clenched. "Do you still care about our son?" I challenged, the words bitter on my tongue.

However, Alpha Kellan's response was confident, almost dismissive. "Of course I do. I'm just busy right now, but I work hard for him. When he reaches maturity, I'll make sure he's suitable and capable enough to be the next Alpha. He'll be happy to inherit my title."

Suddenly, I felt like my boiling anger burned all the rationality left within me. His words struck a nerve, and I couldn't hold back. "Stop pretending, Alpha. If you truly cared about my son, you wouldn't have left him alone in the woods for Selene. He was only seven fucking years old! Did you ever think about how scared and helpless he must have felt?"

"You're so difficult!" Kellan snapped, his patience finally wearing thin. "You keep arguing over trivial matters. Will you ever stop?"

With those words, he turned away and approached Selene, who promptly commanded her two wolf warriors once more. "Keep digging," she ordered, her voice laced with authority.

With one word, the warriors continued what they were doing on my son's grave.

"No, please stop!" I pleaded desperately, straining against Kellan's unyielding grip when he saw that I was about to approach them. "You can't do this! Fuck it! I said stop!"

But Selene's wolf warriors' to do what was commanded was unwavering. They continued digging and digging and digging, until they saw what I was most afraid of. A gasp of horror escaped Selene's lips as her hand flew to cover her mouth in shock.

"W-What the... What is this?" Her voice quavered with disbelief, her eyes wide with alarm.

At that moment, Alpha Kellan's expression transformed from confusion and he immediately went nearer to see what Selene was looking at. There, lying before him, was the lifeless form of a little boy. His features, eerily similar to those of our son Ryder, stirred a storm of emotions within him.

"How... how can this be?" Alpha Kellan murmured, his voice barely a whisper, his mind racing with unanswered questions.