My Alpha Killed My Mom for His Lover
A pack of Rogues holds my mother, Celia Hale, hostage and clutches an iron chest like it's treasure.
Lillian Parker, my mate's first love, points at the chest through her tears. "That chest… It's all I have left of my mother."
However, the boulder above my mother's head is already loose, and it could crush her at any moment.
I desperately beg my mate and the Alpha of the Silvermoon pack, Ares Hamilton. "Save my mom first! Please!"
He just glances at me with a frown. "Celia's a strong she-wolf. She'll be fine. Margaret is already gone. That chest matters more."
With that, he gestures for most of the fighters to move toward the chest.
Only two young werewolves, barely steady on their feet, reluctantly step toward Celia.
I stare at him in disbelief.
In the end, they recover the chest, but my mother is dead.