My Daughter Died Because of My Cheating Mate

Just as I was about to leave the cemetery, my phone buzzed with a call from the gatekeeper, an Omega whose voice trembled with urgency. "Luna, someone is digging up your daughter's grave!"

Those words hit me like a lightning bolt, sending shockwaves through my heart. Panic gripped me, and without a second thought, I spun around and sprinted back toward Lyra's grave, my pulse pounding in my ears.

Lyra was the light of my life, a radiant one who adored daisies—flowers that mirrored her sunny personality. She used to dream about planting daisies all over our pack house's backyard.

Her dream was left unfulfilled in life, so after her death, I planted countless daisies on her grave, each one a token of my enduring love and longing. There was no tombstone for her; just a sea of daisies symbolizing the innocence and brightness she brought into the world.

As I approached her grave, I saw something that made my heart drop into my stomach. Lilith, with an air of entitlement, had placed the urn she was holding into Lyra's grave. Two wolf warriors were busily refilling the soil, trampling the daisies I had so carefully planted.

“Alpha Orion, look at all these daisies. Farrow will definitely love resting here!” Lilith's voice was a dagger to my heart, her words slicing through the fog of grief that enveloped me.

The sight of Lyra's urn, carelessly tossed aside near a pile of dirt, brought me crashing back to reality.

My vision blurred with rage and sorrow. My wolf, usually dormant due to the prophecy of my rare Moonlight Wolf bloodline, roared to life within me. Her howls echoed my grief, amplifying my fury to a near-breaking point. For years, I had suppressed my true nature, but now, my grief threatened to unleash a power I had never fully embraced.

“What are you doing?!” I screamed, charging forward like a woman possessed. I shoved the two wolf warriors aside and glared at Lilith, my voice shaking with rage. “Who gave you the right to dig this up?”

Lilith acted shocked and scared, pressing into Orion’s arms, her expression a mask of feigned terror. "I didn’t see a tombstone. It looked like an abandoned grave with no one to care for it, just these beautiful daisies. I thought Farrow could rest here peacefully. I even asked the cemetery manager to contact the family of the deceased and offered compensation. Money is more valuable to the living than the dead. Why are you yelling? You're scaring me.”

Her voice and false innocence made my stomach churn. Without wasting another moment on her, I snatched the shovel from a nearby wolf warrior and began frantically digging up the soil they had just replaced.

This was Lyra’s resting place, a place I had created with love! I would not allow anyone to desecrate it.

“Seraphina, what are you doing? Stop this madness!” Orion’s voice thundered behind me as he grabbed the shovel from my hands.

"You—You’re a fucking monster!” I shouted, dropping to my knees. I clawed at the dirt with my bare hands, desperate to reach Lyra’s urn.

Seeing my efforts, Lilith’s calm facade cracked. Panic flashed in her eyes. “Why are you just standing there? Stop her! Don’t let her touch Farrow!”

At her command, the wolf warriors lunged forward, pulling me away from the grave. I struggled against their iron grip, my nails digging into the earth as I fought to free myself.

“Let me go!” I screamed, my voice breaking with anguish.

At that point, Orion approached, his face a mask of cold indifference. “Lilith is already devastated by Farrow’s death, and now you’re causing a scene by digging up his grave. You’ve gone too far, Seraphina. Apologize to Lilith immediately!”

His words cut deep, each one a fresh wound on my already shattered heart. The betrayal was complete, the man I had loved and trusted had turned against me for the sake of a dog and another woman. The world around me seemed to collapse, but clarity settled over my mind.

"I will never apologize for fighting for my daughter’s memory," I said, my voice a low, trembling whisper.