My Mate Dug Up My Father's Grave

s grave-a hero who d

laced by cheap pink marble. His ashe

it? Kael. My fated m

r Selene-an Omega from a foreig

"Your father is just a collection of old

a weak Beta who

arry the bloodline

nce, walked to the Supreme Cou

to exile his accomplices.

learned who h

pte

ra

leaving the Ancestral Crypts to t

flame carving a path for me through the s

ake of damp earth and the res

duty I held not with honor, but

lace w

for our generations of Alphas,

herself watched

ly a sin; it was an unraveli

verns, the highest and most h

it my father,

ma warrior, the third-

iolently in my arms, veins alight with the toxic fire of Silver

elders to bury him here, in th

spot that caught

eel warmth again, eve

neared his plot, a bouquet of fresh

solved into cold

y numb fingers, striking the stone path with a

ass sh

ient runestone

block of cheap, g

ve stone, the damp moss had already soaked through the hem of

from a burgeoning rage as they brushed

e the words: Star'

the earth had bee

ell of disturbed soil. Half-buried near the marble's base was a wilting, expensive rose, its petal

like rott

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om outside our p

words at the bottom

from your m

do

hero of the Silvermoon Pack, to i

ach inhalation a painfu

that had nothing to do with the night air. It was a power I kept

Goddess. It had slumbered in my father's line for six generations, waiting for a vessel strong enough to bear it. My Beta status was never a l

back of my mind, the precursor to a

ced i

instrument; I n

crunching on the sh

ed by years in this silent domain, already parsing the

s in the record tower. He flinched, a sheen of sweat instantly beadi

not

d of sweat trace a path through the grime on Zephyr's neck, my gaze fixed on it while t

d by five degrees. The candle flames flattened, their light thinning to a pale silver. Zephyr's breath misted bef

Zephyr's knees gave way, not with a crash, but with a s

d, the sound cutting thro

s and shoved the heavy, leather-boun

til I found the entry from t

ontract for a tempo

ent, looking for the new l

nder-

, most damp level o

the sun was a

or traitors and

but the fury simmering in my veins cau

shaking, his lips blue

by the collar o

lection it was more terrifying than any s

his eyes wide wi

red," he choked

e fabric of his collar tw

ersus mine. He chose wrong. I allowed the cold to intensify, just slightly, and frost began to crystallize a

er mines-the Council has been pressuring him to secure a trade route for years. She insisted her 'precious baby' needed a place of high

force of a physical blow, si

a

pha of the Si

fated

o believed political necessity justified any desecration. He had weighed