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of control.

"You can look now," I said when I finished.

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Ethan turned, something clutched carefully in his hands. My breath caught when I recognized

Lily's mug, painstakingly pieced back together.

"I spent the night repairing it," he said, his voice uncharacteristically hesitant. "I know it doesn't

make up for what I did, but I wanted to try."

He held it out to me, the cracks visible but the mug whole again. The childish drawing of our

family-a family that never truly existed-made my heart ache.

"Olivia, about Lily's birthday..." Ethan began, his amber eyes earnest. “I didn't intentionally miss it. There was an emergency with Emma at the Silvercrest Pack Medical Den. Dr. Rivers diagnosed a spleen injury requiring immediate blood transfusion."

My hands trembled as I took the mug from him.

"I should have been there for Lily," he continued. "I know that now. It won't happen again."

His words, meant to appease, only deepened my pain. The authority in his voice- an Alpha

making a solemn vow-meant nothing. It was too late for promises.

"Won't happen again?" I repeated, my voice dangerously quiet. "She's dead, Ethan. Our daughter is dead."

Something snapped inside me. With a sudden movement, I hurled the mug against the wall.

echoed my broken heart

more.

my voice steady despite

fall.

stunned amidst the shards of Lily's final

(Matriarch Evelyn's POV)

scent of moonflowers as my

Cemetery. After three months at the

by the sacred

Bernard Sheppard announced, opening my door with the

his decades of service

as I stepped from the vehicle. "I

a brief visit to pay

light. I made my way to Matilda's grave, my old bones protesting slightly at the exertion. After placing fresh

a brief prayer,

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it-a new tombstone gleaming in the soft light.

closer.

to absorb and reflect the light. But it was the photograph that

read aloud, my fingers tracing the engraved name. "Beloved

in our hearts."

dates indicated she had lived just five short years. Such a tragedy

for the child's spirit before continuing toward the cemetery exit. But

Why did it

She was holding a newborn baby, her face radiant with

Lily," Olivia had said, her voice filled with

with emerald eyes, perhaps two or three years

her laughter like

pounding painfully in my chest. The face in my

one on

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