Chapter 134

-Maya's POV-

Burials have always been my least favorite thing. The finality of it all, the cold, hard truth that slams into you with the thud of dirt against the coffin

the person you love is gone, and there's nothing, absolutely nothing, you can do to bring them back.

I blinked back tears, determined not to give those gathered men the satisfaction of seeing me unravel. Powerful men, men I'd only ever seen on television screens, stood a few feet away, their faces grim masks as the coffin was lowered into the ground.

Not one of them looked remorseful. In fact, there was something almost...celebratory in the eyes of one man I caught staring a little too long. A flicker of satisfaction that sent a fresh wave of nausea churning in my stomach.

That's why they were here, it dawned on me. To bask in the fact that Alex Thorne was officially dead. To see it with their own eyes, to etch the image of his lifeless body into their memories.

The sound of shouts drew my attention to the far end of the cemetery, where the humans were being held back by Riley's father's men. I knew as soon as we left, once these burly guards dispersed, they'd break through the flimsy barrier and scrawl hateful messages across Alex's grave.

Here I was, friends with a Mafia princess, and completely clueless about the whole thing. At least her father had been a goddess-sent, utilizing his muscle to keep the human protestors at bay. This war had become a twisted global spectacle, each side vying for dominance in the battle between humans and werewolves.

Another tear escaped, tracing a cold path down my cheek as I continued to stare at the freshly turned earth. Someone was speaking, offering words of solace or comfort, but my mind was a blank canvas, incapable of registering the sounds around me.

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My thoughts, without my permission, drifted to Ivan. The pain of his betrayal was a knife deep in my heart. I hadn't seen it coming. I'd entrusted him with everything my secrets, my body, my very soul. But maybe, a tiny voice whispered in the back of my head, maybe I deserved it.

He'd stabbed me right through the heart, figuratively and perhaps literally, and with my children gone, vanished without a trace just like Miranda had, he was still twisting the knife. Riley's father at her request was pulling out all the stops to find them, but the only shred of hope I clung to was a mother's instinct, a primal belief that somehow, for now at least, they were safe.

A hand touched mine, warm and comforting. I turned to see Riley, offering a sad smile that didn't quite reach her eyes. "We're going to find them," she whispered, her voice firm but laced with a tremor of uncertainty. "Everything will be fine."

I desperately wanted to believe her. I wished I could.

My gaze returned to the grave, a silent farewell to the man who I had been predestined to spend the rest of my life with. Then, in a blur of movement, the crowd dispersed, and I was alone. Just me, the freshly turned earth, and the deafening silence that echoed the hollowness within

1. me.

of his touch, the corners whenever I managed to make him

the

his way

eyes

crinkled at

uncontrolled. I sank to my knees, the cold, hard ground a stark contrast to the burning ache in my heart. My body wracked with sobs, each one a guttural cry of despair and grief. I screamed until my throat was raw, releasing the torrent of emotions that had

lose all meaning. I could have been there for minutes, hours, or even days. All I knew was the pain, the crushing weight

onto my heels, tears streaming down my face then a hand, warm and comforting, wrapped itself around my back, pulling me closer into a familiar embrace. I turned my head slowly, vision still blurred by the relentless flow of tears. Natalia's face swam into view, etched with raw grief, mirroring the storm raging within

world had tilted on its axis, plunging me into this abyss of despair. Natalia had kept a respectful distance, a silent acknowledgment of the raw wound I carried. Riley had filled me in on what happened. Natalia, it turned out, had been the one to tell Alex

even mad. All I felt was

broken only by the ragged gasps of our shared grief, she finally spoke. Her voice was a broken whisper, "I am

caught

up in-"

catching in To you, to everyone around me. So lost in my own world,

me off, her voice thick with emotion. "You are not the villain here, Amaya. And I'm so sorry for making you

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face. "If they hadn't found you, if that was how we left things, I would..." The words trailed off, replaced by a

my arms around her back, I'm so sorry for being so selfish," I

gentle, pierced the thick fog of

once more. Sarah stood there, wiping away a stray tear, a look of weary concern etched on her face. Riley stood beside her, her shoulders slumped in defeat. They didn't need words to

a reminder of the support that surrounded me. One last look

up to the entrance of the safe house, I noticed Christian standing outside, phone pressed to his ear, a frown creasing his forehead. He looked tense, agitated, but the moment he spotted Riley, a smile transformed

sigh, I pushed myself out of the car and headed for the house. The others followed close

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