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The morning sun cast long shadows across Sacred Moonlight Cemetery as I knelt before

Lily's tombstone. My weathered fingers traced the engraved name, the cold stone a stark

contrast to the warmth of my tears.

"My great-granddaughter," I whispered, memories flooding back like a broken dam.

Bernard stood respectfully behind me, his silence heavy with shared grief. I

closed my eyes,

remembering a conversation I'd overheard between Ethan and Olivia just before my spiritual

retreat.

"How is Lily?" Ethan had asked casually, as if inquiring about the weather. "I was thinking we

could have dinner together this weekend."

Olivia's face had remained carefully neutral. "She's fine. Just busy with school projects."

The memory twisted like a knife in my chest. Lily had been dead for months, yet Ethan spoke

as if she were alive. And Olivia had maintained the charade.

"She protected me from the truth," I realized aloud, my voice breaking. "Because of my

memory issues, she didn't want to cause me pain by telling me repeatedly that Lily was gone."

Bernard shifted uncomfortably. "Matriarch, perhaps we should return to the estate. This shock

isn't good for your health."

I ignored his concern, another memory surfacing-Olivia's haunted eyes whenever Lily was

mentioned, the careful way she redirected conversations. She had carried this burden alone.

my feet. "How could

ask about her

too terrible to contemplate. Had my grandson truly

hadn't

his child is dead?" I

Alpha abandons his mate

remained silent, his eyes downcast. His loyalty

speaking ill of the Alpha, but his silence was

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will confront him here, at Lily's grave, where

(Matriarch Evelyn's POV)

cemetery gates, a wave of dizziness washed over me.

alarmingly, colors

alarmed voice seemed to

way beneath me, the emotional shock

caught me before I hit the

the medical den immediately!" Bernard ordered

carefully lifted into a vehicle. My

brave despite her pain, and my grandson's betrayal of

him about pack leadership and

knelt among the scattered

broken piece seemed to mock his attempts

commanding an entire pack, trembled as he gathered

his heart was nothing compared to what Lily

he broke his

for a

But there was nothing-no

in his private

kind of father am I?" he

(Ethan's POV)

broken pieces of Lily's mug lay scattered across my palm, jagged edges cutting into my skin. I

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