Does he even know how excruciating it was to watch our daughter die in front of me? Does he understand that a part of me died with her? Those mornings and nights lost their meaning after her death.
I knelt at Lyra’s grave, sobbing until there were no more tears left to shed. My body felt as empty as my heart. When I finally rose, I left with a heart that felt as though it had died.
Not long after, I saw Alpha Orion and Lilith approaching. He held her shoulders tenderly while she cradled an urn in her hands, her face haggard and grief-stricken. My mate looked at her with eyes full of pity and tenderness—a gaze he never spared me.
"The cemetery is beautiful, full of birds and flowers," Lilith said softly. "Farrow would have liked it, right?"
Farrow was Lilith’s poodle. I felt a bitter pang of irony at the thought.
Orion’s expression was one of deep concern as he looked at Lilith. But when his eyes met mine, his gaze hardened, the pity replaced by a cold indifference.
"Seraphina, you're never going to stop, are you?" He said, his voice filled with disdain. "First, you talk about ending our mateship, and now you're following me here. Do you have nothing better to do?"