Chapter Forty-three

[Nivera’s POV]

From outside, I could hear the jubilation going on. They all seemed so happy and excited that the Alpha King was getting married to Malia, whom they all desired to be the Luna. It was as if they didn’t even remember that just yesterday, an Omega called Nivera had almost been their Luna, but died. In fact, it didn’t even seem like anyone remembered me, and it was too soon for them to just move on happily with their lives like it was an animal they had slaughtered and not a werewolf like themselves.

There were no posters of me in the streets, no one held a funeral ceremony in my honour, they didn’t even have the little decency of burying me in the sand at all, and there was no such thing as a one-minute silence to observe that someone had truly left the Pack.

I was boiling with so much fury and it was erupting, but I didn’t even try to hold it back. Anyone in my shoes would have felt the same way as well; I wanted to rip their hearts out all at once, and I didn’t care if