Buried by My Alpha Crowned novel Chapter 3

Chapter 3

I bit down hard on my lip and opened the sixth video.

Cassian and Annabelle were laughing together.

In front of them lay...my unboren puppy.

The blade might as well have been cutting into my own flesh. My wolf howled in agony, the pain causing my stomach to cramp violently.

I couldn't hold back anymore, leaning over the bed rail as dry heaves wracked my body.

I didn't sleep that night, my wolf pacing restlessly in my mind as tears soaked through my hospital gown.

The next morning, Cassian brought me breakfast as usual—an elaborate spread he'd personally selected.

Pancakes, fresh fruit, coffee, pastries...

I'd once thought this was his way of showing love. Now I knew it was just thoughtless guilt, buying his way out of actually caring.

Remembering the videos, I dry heaved again.

Seeing my distress, Cassian's expression filled with concern:

"Still feeling sick? Damn it, this is all my fault. I hate seeing my mate like this."

"I'm fine. I want to go home."

Something flickered across Cassian's face—a moment of tension.

"You just lost another pup. My mother isn't... handling it well. If you go back to the pack house now, you'll just walk into a shitstorm. Maybe we should wait until things cool down."

I said nothing, but his expression told me everything I needed to know.

That afternoon, while he was gone, I packed my things and wheeled myself to the pack house.

I rolled through the front door to find Annabelle curled up in Cassian's lap, both of them cooing over a baby whose scent carried unmistakable traces of Graves bloodline.

Margaret emerged from the kitchen with a bowl of bone broth, personally feeding Annabelle spoonful by spoonful.

The three of them looked like the perfect family unit.

The moment Margaret caught my scent, her eyes flashed with her wolf's displeasure.

"Well, well. Look what crawled back to the den. You've got some nerve showing your face here after what you've done."

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