บททั้งหมดของ After I Died, My Family Went Mad: บทที่ 1 - บทที่ 9

My name is Elena, and I died at twenty-two. My parents forced me to take my foster sister’s place and traded me for a territorial alliance. My mate was the most volatile heir of the wolf packs. Beaten bloody and fading fast, I made my eighth call for help.At my adopted sister Seraphina’s birthday party, she played the recording of my final, groveling plea—and laughed. My parents listened to those desperate calls with nothing but irritation, dismissing each one as theatrics, an inconvenience unworthy of their time. My brother snarled over the phone, “Then just die already!”So I did.In the end, it was my three-year-old daughter who made the final call—using her smartwatch to video my mother, live-streaming the freezer where my severed head lay.Now, my spirit watches from above as they all, one by one, begin to unravel....I knew I was finally going to die. So I called my family.My mom answered.She was in the middle of a face mask, her voice muffled and edged with impatience. “W

I opened my eyes.I was floating above my own body.So ghosts were real.Dawn light seeped through the tall windows. The Volkov mansion was deathly quiet.Kael had dismissed all the staff years ago. He preferred it this way—no witnesses, no interruptions. Just me, trapped in this gilded cage as his silent servant… and his outlet for violence.My ghost felt no pain, no weight.And yet, a deep, instinctive chill coiled through me.Kael was waking up.I didn’t stay.I turned and drifted upstairs, passing effortlessly through the closed bedroom door.Mira was a small, trembling shape beneath the blankets.The sheets were damp.She hadn’t dared to leave the bed. Not even for that.Something inside me shattered.“My baby…”I reached out, desperate to soothe her, to brush her tangled hair back the way I always did.My hand passed straight through her. Nothing.I couldn’t even comfort my own child.A shout exploded from downstairs.Kael had found my body.I froze. Then slowly… I drifted back d

Screaming. Shrieking. Chaos.My mother’s piercing scream tore through the entire estate, dragging everyone toward the room.Footsteps thundered from every direction. Doors slammed open. Voices overlapped in confusion—until they saw the screen.Until they saw me.The pack house erupted.Seraphina, standing closest to the screen, went deathly pale—then collapsed instantly, her body crumpling to the floor.Caden staggered backward as if struck, crashing hard into a heavy oak table.Father’s face drained of all color. He swayed, barely able to remain standing.Mother…Mother simply broke.Her whole body trembled violently before her legs gave out beneath her. She hit the stone floor, hard—then began to crawl.A raw, animal sound tore from her throat.“Elena… Elena, what’s happened to you?”“No… no, this isn’t real… Elena!”It wasn’t just grief.It was denial clawing its way out of her chest.She dragged herself forward, inch by inch, toward the screen—toward the open freezer.She couldn’t

My family stood in the wrecked living room.No one spoke.No one moved.They looked like ghosts more than I did.I drifted closer.Mother’s lips were trembling, her voice barely audible as she whispered to herself.“No… Seraphina wouldn’t…”“She always spoke so kindly of Elena to Kael…”The words sounded fragile.Even she didn’t believe them.Father’s voice cut through the silence, hoarse and strained.“Where is Seraphina?”No one answered.A heavy, suffocating pause followed.Then Caden turned—And walked out.My parents followed, their movements stiff, uncoordinated, like sleepwalkers being pulled toward something inevitable.I went with them.The pull of this unraveling… I couldn’t look away.The pack infirmary was brightly lit, sterile, untouched by death.Seraphina was there.Alive.Unharmed.Safe.She had claimed “shock” and refused to leave.Of course she had.We entered her private room.She sat upright in bed, wrapped in soft blankets, sipping warm broth.Color had already ret

I lingered in the mortal world for a while longer.My anchor was Mira.She was placed with a good family.Her new mother was a mediator for the Clan Council. Calm. Patient. Steady as stone.Her new father was a healer. Gentle, warm, a little awkward in ways that made him honest.Mira was their only child.It took my little girl two full moons to settle.Two long, fragile cycles of fear and silence.Then—She laughed again.She ate with bright, eager hunger.She slept without trembling.She was young.Memories blurred.Pain softened.A full belly and sunlit days became her world.That was all I had ever wanted.I stayed close.An unseen shadow.A quiet presence.I watched her new mother wash her tiny clothes until they were spotless, folding each piece with care.In summer, she pressed cool cloths to Mira’s back.In winter, she wrapped her hands in soft mittens before she ever stepped outside.Her new father was… less graceful.He relied heavily on a thick, worn book titled Rearing the