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My Mate Dug Up My Father's Grave

Chapter 3 

Word Count: 942    |    Released on: Today at 16:28

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ed in front of a g

d served alongside my father in the border wars, and it was my father who had recommended him for t

made sure the ancient rules of the Mo

n the heavy

ring a loose linen shirt, h

night. What has happened?"

which smelled of old parc

te time with

ied contract from my cloak

e this,

parchment, his eye

g on the desk whitened. His usual scent of calm cedar

e Sunlit Caverns?" Silas whispered, the

urn sits in the lowest level of t

ent onto the desk as if

he future Alpha. He should kno

old as the crypt stone. "He simply

m, his boots heavy

f law here, Elara," he said, his to

"Outline t

ated your father's right to peace. We can petition the Counci

"And the

ibe to relocate an elder's ashes is grounds for th

asked, though I alr

ing and looked me

vor for a foreign pack is treason, wrapped in the foulest

hments for all th

ese, there is no turning back. Kael's mother, Elder Morwen, controls h

t flinching. "Then sh

by my lack of hesitatio

be drafted

e manor, stepping back in

s it finally headed toward t

es and reached

ng silver thread that co

Mind

between pack members, but the bon

y mind. Are you still w

voice echoed in my h

endless. I miss you. I saved you so

ile rose in

so loving,

ge home. Once inside the manor, I bypassed the dining room and went directly to the pack's records

itical speeches blurring into a fast-forwarded haze. Then I found him. Kael, laughing, a glass of wine in his hand. And next to him, a delicate woman's

e hand of

he hand

to his ear, a shared secret passing between them like a wisp

d is suppose

he Moon Goddess gifts th

scent, a scent that m

heart races, and your I

ched, a shock of electric

he was my

knew th

it was the first tremor of a coming eart

I would be buried in the rubble-or st

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My Mate Dug Up My Father's Grave
My Mate Dug Up My Father's Grave
“I guarded my father's grave-a hero who died saving our pack. One night, I found his runestone replaced by cheap pink marble. His ashes dumped in the flooded Under-Crypts. The one who ordered it? Kael. My fated mate. The future Alpha. He did it to bury a dead dog for Selene-an Omega from a foreign pack he was trying to impress. When I confronted him, he rolled his eyes. "Your father is just a collection of old bones. It's not as if he can feel the cold." He thought I was a weak Beta who managed graves. He didn't know I carry the bloodline of the White Wolf. I didn't cry. I gathered evidence, walked to the Supreme Council, and filed three petitions. One to strip his title. One to exile his accomplices. One to reject him completely. It was time he learned who he had betrayed.”