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Silvercrest Pack, on her knees before me."

I swallowed hard, forcing down my pride. "Victoria, I'll do anything. Just don't harm her ashes."

Victoria looked down at me, savoring the moment of triumph. I could see the memory of her own humiliation at this very cemetery burning in her eyes-where I had forced her to kowtow to Lily's grave after discovering she had desecrated it.

"Anything?" Victoria's eyes gleamed with malicious delight. "Then bow to me. Not just kneel. Kowtow. Touch your forehead to the ground."

Without hesitation, I bent forward, pressing my forehead against the cold earth. My wolf, driven by maternal instinct, accepted the humiliation without protest. "Again," Victoria commanded, her voice cruel with pleasure. "Lower this time."

I complied, bending until my face pressed harder against the rough ground. "Again!"

Each time I rose, she demanded another bow. Again and again, I kowtowed, my forehead scraping against small stones and twigs. I felt my skin break, but I didn't stop. Warm blood

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trickled down my face, crimson droplets staining the sacred ground as my wolf surrendered completely to maternal instinct.

"How does it feel, Olivia?" Victoria taunted. "To be nothing. To have nothing. Not even your

dignity."

I remained silent, focusing only on the urn in her hands. Nothing else mattered.

"Your precious daughter is dead, your mate prefers me, and now you're bleeding at my feet."

Her laughter echoed through the cemetery. "This is exactly where you belong."

Victoria finally told me to stop, her lips curved in a satisfied smile. She placed Lily's

Moonwood Ceremonial Urn on the ground between us.

"Thank you," I whispered, reaching for it.

Before my fingers could touch the sacred vessel, Victoria deliberately stepped on

it with her designer heel. The sound of cracking wood echoed through the night like a gunshot.

“No!" I screamed, lunging forward.

Victoria pressed harder, the delicate wood splintering under her weight.

"You couldn't protect Lily in life, and you can't protect her in death," Victoria taunted cruelly.

My hands hovered helplessly as she ground her heel against the precious urn. My wolf howled in anguish, the sound trapped in my chest.

you know your husband

froze, my blood turning to ice.

her eyes glittering with malice. "That kidney donor that was supposed

to tilt beneath me.

recovered so quickly from her illness while Lily withered away? Why do you think

surgery?"

to those desperate days, the frantic calls to Ethan that

donor we had waited months to

ignored your frantic calls during Lily's

words designed to shatter what remained of my will to

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Ethan had been absent during Lily's final hours, how he had claimed to be

I whispered, but the denial sounded hollow

insisted. "Ask him yourself if you don't believe me.

relentless taunts, I momentarily lost my will to

body shaking with silent sobs as the full weight of betrayal crushed me. The man I had loved, the father of my child, had chosen another woman's daughter over our own.

turned to leave. "Goodbye, Olivia. Enjoy what's left of your pathetic

away the despair. My wolf, driven by maternal fury and the primal need to

guard. She stumbled backward, her high heels unsuited for

flailing as she tried to

desperate attempt to stay upright, her foot accidentally kicked Lily's damaged Moonwood Ceremonial Urn. The sacred vessel tumbled, its cracked lid

completely.

rocky outcrop. Victoria, still struggling for balance,

to the

she shrieked, reaching

watching as the urn tipped

the night air. Victoria's scream echoed through the cemetery as she fell over the

I cried out, rushing to the

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below, moaning and clutching her ankle, but my

away by the gentle night breeze. My hands trembled as I tried desperately to gather what remained, but

in distress as I watched the

empty, damaged urn to

with the blood from my wounded

grief, I pulled out my

I told him I needed to

sounded slurred. "What's

you," I repeated, my voice devoid of

drunk at Moonlight Manor, sighed heavily. "I'll send Maxwell to pick

he found me standing by the cemetery