Death Comes in Twos

"Why's Joyce not howling anymore, that jealous bitch?" Toby Wagner asked casually.

"Could something have happened to Luna Joyce, Alpha?" Barney Easton, Toby's butler and one of the betas in his pack, asked hesitantly. "Her screams last night were heartbreaking, and I haven't heard her pup make any noise in a long time…"

Toby took a sip of his coffee before snorting disapprovingly. "I know Joyce better than any of you. She's deliberately howling mournfully so that you'll hear her, because she thinks that she'll be forgiven if she just acts pitiful! I must teach her a lesson this time so that she won't dare mess with Cissy in the future!"

Barney glanced toward the basement before saying quietly, "But Luna Joyce's pup is weak, and the healer mentioned that the pup needs to be hospitalized regularly."

Toby paused in his drinking, looking hesitant. "Is that so?"

As he stirred his coffee with a spoon, a trace of hesitation flashed through his eyes. "Alright. Fine. Let Luna Joyce make me a cup of coffee, then have her apologize to Cissy! If she apologizes sincerely, I'll send her and her pup to the hospital."

Toby then heated a glass of warm milk before walking into the guest bedroom.

Cecilia Mallory was lying on the bed inside, breathing evenly. The blanket had been tossed aside, and her beautiful figure peeked out from beneath her nightdress.

Toby swallowed at the sight, his Adam's apple bobbing. He stared at her for a long time, unable to look away, before leaning down to kiss her on the lips.

Cecilia slowly opened her eyes and stretched pliantly, which made her voluptuous breasts all the more obvious. She then pouted and said, "You're making fun of me again, Alpha."

Toby spread his legs wide, allowing her to sit in his arms. He caressed her waist with his fingers now and again.

He lowered his head to kiss her on the chest, looking intoxicated. "Who can hold back when they see you sleeping while dressed like this?"

In response, Cecilia buried her head in his arms and hummed at the comfort.

Suddenly, she seemed to think of something and said anxiously, "Luna Joyce was yelling so loudly the night before yesterday. Has the pup fallen sick? Even though I know that she must have had a hard time giving birth to the pup, I'm still envious that she could carry a pup for you, Toby.

"If I could do the same, I'd feel blessed no matter how much I had to suffer."

Blessed, she said?

At that moment, I, Joyce Dryden, had long become a ghost floating next to them.

As for the basement, the entire space was stained red with blood.

I had been desperate to get out because my pup was burning up with fever. As such, the basement walls were heavily marked with deep gouges that I had carved out with my wolf claws, to the point that my claws had broken off and gotten stuck in the gouges.