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"My mother really can't hold on much longer!"

Kieran's pupils contracted slightly, as if my words had stung him.

But the next second, he gripped my chin forcefully and let out a cold laugh: "I see you're really addicted to this act. We know exactly what happened that day. Sera already said there was just a dummy tied to that stake. It was bad enough you caused a scene that day, but now you're still here making trouble. Do you think we're all idiots? I'm telling you, right now nothing is more important than Sera!"

After hearing Kieran's words, the hesitation on Owen's face disappeared. He continued to punch me hard in the stomach several times.

I trembled all over from the pain.

The aftereffects of losing so much blood from kowtowing were kicking in. My vision was getting more and more blurry.

I suddenly remembered.

Before, Kieran loved me so tenderly. He never let anyone who hurt me get away with it.

But now he and Owen, for the sake of another she-wolf, were disregarding my mother's life and treating me like this.

My vision kept going black. I finally couldn't hold on anymore and fainted.

When I woke up again, it was already dark.

The hospital room was completely empty.

I stared blankly for a moment, then panicked and ran downstairs.

In room 404.

My mother was already gone. She just lay there, with only that medical apprentice in the room.

The apprentice's face was full of sympathy: "Your mother kept calling your name before she passed, wanting to see you one last time. I searched the entire healing center and finally found you unconscious upstairs."

Tears fell unconsciously, and endless hatred wrapped around my heart.

Not only did Kieran refuse to let the healers save my mother, he also caused me to miss seeing her for the last time.

I hated them!

I went through the motions of handling my mother's death certificate in a daze.

Returning to the house where my mother had lived, I didn't even turn on the lights. Looking at all the familiar items in the room, I felt so strange, because the most important person was no longer there.

I packed up her belongings with tears in my eyes.

I remembered that after our mating ceremony, I wanted to bring her to live with us, but she was afraid of making things difficult for me and refused.

I loved apple pie, and she would always make it for me without complaint every time.

Even though I became the Luna, she still worried about me constantly, afraid I wasn't eating or sleeping well.

After Owen was born, she came by every day, afraid we wouldn't take good care of him.

She gave us all her love.

But in return, she was tied to a stake and burned alive.

After cremating my mother, I found a burial plot surrounded by her favorite clearheartflowers.

I held the urn and looked at the cold tombstone, tears streaming down my face.

I could only accept this reality - my last remaining family member in this world was dead.

"Mom, I'm sorry. It's my fault. If it weren't for me, you wouldn't have suffered like this."

"I was blind. I didn't see Kieran's true face."

"Isn't this our Luna? Why are you crying so sadly?"

I looked up in shock.

Sera was walking over, leading a dirty, mangy dog.

"You didn't really think this was my pet dog, did you? I'm allergic to dog fur. I hate dogs the most. Those words were all lies. Just for one little lie, your mate and son treated you like that. Do you still have the nerve to hold the Luna position? Look at your mother - because of you, after working hard her whole life, she ended up burned alive."

I stood up. My weakened wolf erupted with tremendous power from anger, and without a word, I slapped her across the face.

She was just an Omega and staggered back a step from my hit.

But she casually wiped the blood from her lip without caring.

She let out a cold laugh.

She glanced at the tombstone that didn't have any engraving yet and walked toward me with the attitude of a victor.

Suddenly she pulled out silver powder from behind her back and sprinkled it on my mother's urn. The urn immediately began to corrode.

To prevent my mother's ashes from being damaged, I endured the agony of the silver powder's corrosion and wiped it off the urn.

My hands were even burned by the silver powder until the white bone showed through.

But I still held the damaged urn in my arms like it was a precious treasure.

Sera suddenly walked closer to me.

I watched her warily.

She curved her lips in a meaningful smile.