All Chapters of His Dead Mate’s Final Truth: Chapter 1 - Chapter 7

I floated, a ghost in the air, and watched my own rotting body get wheeled into the pack hospital morgue.Three years buried in a marsh. I could barely recognize myself.The corpse stank of decay. Claw marks from the fatal attack were still visible on the wounds.My ghost, three years wandering, wanted to flee this broken shell.The door opened. Killian Reynolds walked in.The Alpha of the strongest pack in North America. My mate. The one who swore to protect me with his life. He stood over my corpse, his face a cold, blank mask."There," my childhood friend, Dr. Hayes, stammered, pointing at the table. "Found in the marshlands, near the border of the new territory. It… it has your family crest."Killian’s gaze locked onto the tarnished silver necklace on the corpse's chest.He had placed it around my neck himself when we were mated. It was carved with the Reynolds family crest.I died clutching it. I thought it would bring me home.Killian strode forward. He reached out with his bare

For two days, I watched Killian work like a man possessed.He was planning a lavish mating ceremony while simultaneously sending out more search parties for the "runaway Selena" who didn't exist.He seemed trapped in a sick obsession.It all came to a head until the pre-ceremony party."To our Alpha!"Marcus raised his glass, his face flushed with alcohol.This was the man I had saved from a rogue ambush, and now his eyes were filled with nothing but contempt for me."Thank the Moon Goddess! Killian is finally free of that shameless woman!"The room erupted in cheers. The noise was so loud it made my soul tremble.Shameless?I had saved the lives of almost every wolf in this room.I had bled to expand this pack's territory. And now I was "shameless"?"Marcus is right!" another Beta yelled. "Bianca is the Luna our Alpha deserves! Gentle, submissive… not like her. A brute who only knew how to fight. No feminine charm. No wonder some stray dog could turn her head.""Hahaha!" The room fill

Killian's POVI ran from the hospital with Selena's body in my arms, heading for the ancient forest on the edge of the city.That's where the pack's only witch, Morgana, lived.She knew the old magic. The whispers of the dead. If anyone could explain this madness, it was her."Alpha?" Morgana's cloudy eyes sharpened when she saw the body. "This is...""She's been dead for three years, but my wolf never felt it." I rasped, my voice raw. "Tell me what's happening. Tell me why I felt nothing."Morgana placed a withered hand on Selena's forehead. After a moment, she pulled back, her face grave."She was given Scent-masking herb before she died," Morgana said, her voice like grinding stones. "An ancient poison, used to hide a wolf's true scent. That's why you didn't recognize her."Scent-masking herb?Who would do that to Selena?"There's more," Morgana continued. "Her soul hasn't fully passed on. She has unfinished business. A piece of her is still trapped here.""What business?""Revenge,

Selena's POVThree days later, the Cedarcrest Pack held a grand funeral for me.I floated above, watching the new white headstone in the pack cemetery.My name was carved into it: Selena Reynolds. Warrior of the Cedarcrest Pack. Luna. Killian's Fated Mate.The ground before it was crowded with kneeling wolves.Marcus was at the front, sobbing. "I'm sorry, Selena," he choked out. "We were wrong. We were so damn wrong."The wolves who had insulted me at my bachelorette party were now kneeling in the dirt, repenting."Please forgive our stupidity.""We didn't deserve you.""We're all bastards."But I felt no anger. No satisfaction. Just... a hollow emptiness.Elena knelt by the grave, her cries the most broken of all. The woman who had wished me a torturous death now offered a delicate jewelry box with trembling hands."Selena, child..." She opened it. Inside was the Luna's bracelet. "I gave this to you. That evil woman stole it."The bracelet gleamed in the sun, just as beautiful as the