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Chapter 6: The Funeral Day

***Scarlett***

My father was cremated as the tradition demands for werewolves in the range. My stepmother and I had to wait behind to collect his Ash.

I doubt if my father's death will make us close. I have a feeling it will only push us farther away from each other because we were never close to begin with.

Dina wiped a tear that trickled down her right cheek. "Your father was a good man. The best man I've ever met."

"You don't have to be dramatic about it," I said feeling irritated by her display.

Evans caressed my arms. "That's no way to talk to your stepmother, babe. She is hurt too, you know."

I ignored Evans. The last thing I need now is an argument.

Dina began to sob more. "I wish she could care for me as much as I care for her."

I rolled my eyes at the pathetic show she kept on displaying. It was funny that she was shedding a tear from just one eye—she looked funny honestly.

Who was she trying to deceive? Not me of course. If I was a private investigator, I wouldn't waste time carrying out an investigation because I'll arrest Dina right on the spot for murder. Yes. She looks like someone who would help the enemy kill my father, her mate. I know what I'm saying. She's the perfect snitch. She says she loves him. I can bet my life that she never did.

Marrying my father has made her the luckiest bitch in the whole of Bergen right now.

She'll get some parts of his estates. That I know for sure. My father fell for her looks and loved her truly but Dina didn't love him as she claimed.

I could always see the fakeness in her smile and her words when she was with my father. I've always seen right through her. Now that he's dead, she's as free as a bird. She can do all she wants with the money she's going to get. Who cares!!!

Our friends who had grieved with us dispersed leaving just four of us in my father's mansion. Dina said she sent the staff home. "Everyone is supposed to take today off to mourn their dead boss" Those were her exact words.

I picked up my bag and Evans drove us back home. We had left Dina and just the butler, Sir Vik. Evans discharged his men before we left. They had been standing guard at the mansion since morning as my father was cremated.

When we got home Evans suddenly paused before we could reach the main door into our house. He looked at his watch. "Oh! Shit. I almost forgot I have an appointment at the Foss packhouse."

I was concerned he would be leaving me alone in the house. "But it's eight pm, Evans."

"It ain't late yet, babe. I promise I'll be back soon. Go in and have some rest." He kissed my cheeks, ran back to the car and sped off.

I stood there looking at him like I didn't understand what he said. After I watch him disappear through the gate. I dip my hand into my bag to bring out the keys to the house but it wasn't there.

I checked again and confirmed that it wasn't in the bag. After a little thinking, I remembered that I left it in the mansion. If I had realized it sooner, Evans would have used the spare keys with him to open the door. Then I'll get my keys tomorrow.

I wasn't feeling like going back there, but I had to. Calling Evans back wasn't an option. Going back to my father's house would only take a short ride. I'll be there in twenty minutes using a cab.

I quickly took a cab and headed to the mansion. The first item that welcomed me into the sitting room were my keys. They were laying on the table.

I must have left it together beside the handbag earlier—I had taken my bag but forgotten the keys.

No one was in sight. I assumed that Dina had slept already. I quickly headed out in the direction of the exit.

A sharp cry stopped me in my tracks. What the heck was that?

A loud moan soon followed. I hurried in the direction of the sound. Was Dina being attacked? The sound was clearer now.

Her moans were in sync with heavy groans that appeared to mask hers.

I followed the noise. The noise coming from the room was loud because the door to the bedroom wasn't closed. Did she forget to close it or what?

The voices coming from the bedroom proved she wasn't alone. I instantly knew what was going on in the bedroom hearing the clear voices now. Dina was shamelessly fucking someone in my father's house. Holy crap! How could she do this on the day he was cremated.

I can't imagine she wanted me to believe that those tears of hers from earlier were real. This wasn't only shameful but evil.

How could she fuck someone else on the bed she once shared with my father?

My wolf was more curious than ever. I would have turned around but my wolf wanted me to find out who she was performing this shameful act with.

I took three steps forward and what I saw sent shivers through me—a very familiar tattoo. I could identify that tattoo anywhere.

A drawing of a big black wolf spread entirely on the man's back. I could also recognise the man's voice. I was torn apart.

My knees felt weak. I trembled at the sight of Evans thrusting himself into Dina with sheer abandon as she screamed his name with her legs spread wide while he held onto her waist. My world turned dark and it began to spin…

Britanny Sails

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