Chapter 122. An Unclaimed Whelp

“No!” I screamed, my voice cracking under the weight of denial. I refused to believe it. My mother, the light of my life, couldn’t be gone. But even as the desperation rang through my body, a wrenching certainty settled in my bones. He wasn’t lying.

My world split open in that instant. The warmth that had sustained me my entire life vanished, leaving behind a dark, empty void. I fought to remain upright, my small frame trembling uncontrollably. My lower lip quivered until tears joined the fresh stream that already stained my cheeks. “What h-happened to her?” I managed to choke out, my voice hoarse with grief.

“It doesn’t matter,” the Alpha said, his tone now even colder. “She’s gone. That’s all you need to know.”

“No.” My protest came from somewhere deep within me. I couldn’t let it end like this—not without understanding. “Where is her b-body? How will I… bury h