Ember's POV
I rolled my eyes in irritation, staring out the window as I watched different packs trooping into the building in their numbers to offer their condolences to my mates over my acclaimed death.
"I didn't know they cared about me this much," I snorted derisively, Mia chuckling as she helped arrange my clothes.
"They don't necessarily care about the Alphas' dead mate, they are just concerned about getting in the good books of the Alphas while some are just snooping around for gossip in pretence of offering their condolences."
"You forgot to mention the ones trooping in with their unmated daughters dressed like sluts to win the favor of my mates."
"That too," Mia nodded, smiling and I scoffed in annoyance. They were all unbelievable. It's not even be up to a day and they are already trying to get the Alphas to settle down with other women. Isn't there somewhere in a part of their brain that tells them that someone needs to mourn the death of a loved one first?
Why am I bothered
