Chapter 2

My death was sudden and unexpected.

I was alone in the villa, and if Leo's servant hadn't returned for some papers, my body might have gone undiscovered for a long time.

Barely 12 hours passed between my death and the moment my body was taken to the woods to be cremated.

However, one thing was overlooked: the spot where I died hadn't been cleaned.

So, when Leo walked into the bathroom, he was met with a scene that looked like a crime had been committed.

"Judy!" he shouted loudly.

His shout nearly sent my soul flying out of my ghostly shell again.

“Why are you yelling so loud…” I muttered from the side. It was clear he was distracted. An Alpha as strong as himself would have been able to smell the blood the moment he walked into our den.

After I passed away, my lifeless body had slumped into the bathtub.

The mess outside wasn't that terrible.

"Couldn't Leo just clean it himself?" I muttered.

But obviously, he couldn't hear my silent complaints, and he didn't seem to care about tidying up either.

Instead, he was shaking with rage, pulled out his phone, and barked orders at his beta without even noticing I was standing right there.

"Get me another den. I'm moving out tomorrow!" he yelled, before throwing his phone to the floor, shattering it into pieces.

I'd never seen Leo so furious and out of control; it was a side of him I'd never witnessed before.

I let out a shaky breath

I patted my non-existent heartbeat, trying to calm myself down. For a second, I thought he had seen me.

Only after Leo left did I kneel down, almost masochistically, and stir the blood-stained water in the bathtub.

This was the second time I had seen a scene like this.

The first time was when I found out Leo had made me his mate for revenge. I was in the bathroom. The shock cause me to go dizzy and I slipped and fell hard unto the tub, blood flowing everywhere, taking the life of our unborn pup.

And the second time was when I took my own life.

Looking at the tub, it looked different from this perspective. More gruesome that I thought it was when it happened.

“Leo…” I muttered, looking at his retreating figure.

“If one day you learn that I had nothing to do with her death,

will you regret it?” I asked.

Leo and I spent one excruciating night in that den.

The next morning, Leo woke up early, changed, and headed into the mountains behind our den.

I overheard him telling his beta on the phone to clear out everything, saying he didn't want to see any reminders of me.

I didn't think he'd actually leave, though; not when his first love buried right on that mountain behind our den.

He arrived at her tombstone.

"Butterfly, she's gone now," Leo said, crouching by the grave and tracing the headstone with his fingers.

A photo of her was embedded in the stone. It was a picture of a bright, smiling she-wolf with a radiant grin. Her life had been cut short at just twenty years old.

The sight of this made me feel stupid. The den I loved so much, only existed because she was buried here. While I was cremated and scattered to the wind.

“I finally avenged you,” he said dreamily, staring blankly into space for a long, long time. My wolf trembled slightly in rage.

Love knelt there for a while.

Lately, I'd noticed Leo zoning out a lot, like his whole soul had been sucked out of him.

I didn't think it had anything to do with me, assuming it was just the emptiness that comes with finally achieving revenge.

After all, he'd spent years fueled by hatred for me, so it made sense that he'd feel hollow now that I was gone. It did not feel good knowing the alpha I loved so much only felt relieved because I was now dead.

Leo didn't leave the mountain until sunrise, and even then, he didn't head back to the villa.

Instead, he went straight to the garage and drove off. When I saw him heading to a rundown apartment complex on the outskirts of the pack, I realized what he was up to.

Following his memories, he knocked on the door of Butterfly's puphood home, but no one answered.

He knocked again, harder, several times, still getting no response. His agitation grew, and he started pounding on the door even more forcefully. The hinge of the door lifted at his sheer strength.

This time, he woke the neighbors.

“Who the hell—” a neighbor stepped out to ask in anger.

The neighbor's words trailed off as he stared at Leo in shock, taking in the transformation from a scrappy teenager to a powerful Alpha.

The neighbor swallowed his insults when he saw Leo.

"What happened to the family that lived here?" Leo asked icily.

The neighbor's expression turned ugly, and he rolled his eyes.

"They took the blood money for their daughter's life and split to enjoy it," he answered Leo.

Leo's frowned again his words, like he couldn't stomach the neighbor's crude words.

"Where did they go?" He asked dangerously.

The neighbor's irritation grew, but he felt the energy leaking of the alpha and he eyed Leo warily.

"How should I know? Who are you to grill me?" He asked with a slight trembled in his voice. It was clear he was scared of Leo. He thought Leo was a friend of the family and would hurt him at any moment.

"I'm... her mate," Leo replied.

The neighbor's eyes lit up with gossip. Suddenly calming down, as though felt Leo was the daughter's mate then it was fine to insult the family.

"You're the one she got conned, huh?" he sneered.

"Too bad Butterfly was born into the wrong family. They sold her out without a second thought." I felt a pang in my heart and glanced at Leo's face.

His eyes blazed with fury, and after a long pause, he spat out one word through gritted teeth:

"Sold...?"