Chapter 28 (Olivia's POV) I had been busy with preparations for the ritual since morning. The ceremonial arrangements, the flowers, the seating for the pack elders - every detail had to be perfect for my mother's memorial. After finally completing the last task - arranging Leo's ceremonial attire - I returned to the ritual site. The ceremony was entering its final stage, and the gathered pack members waited in respectful silence. The host's voice rang out across the assembled crowd. "Luna Olivia, please retrieve the sacred urn from the inner chamber so we may proceed with the final blessing." I nodded and began walking toward the inner chamber. Suddenly, the reporters who were supposed to be on the periphery swarmed in like vultures. Their camera flashes illuminated the entire ceremony in harsh, blinding light. "Luna! Luna! Can you comment on the rumors about your marriage?" "Is it true that Alpha Theodore has taken a mistress?" The questions hit me like physical blows. I pushed through the crowd, my heart pounding as I approached the door to the inner chamber. Just as I was about to push open the door, I heard it. A woman's soft moaning. A man's muffled panting. My hands began to tremble. I froze outside the inner room, listening to the sounds coming from inside. My whole body shook with a mixture of rage and disbelief. This man was actually having relations with his mistress right next to my mother's urn? Couldn't he control himself even during a sacred ceremony? Hatred filled my heart like poison. The sounds continued - intimate, shameless, desecrating everything my mother represented. Just as I was considering pushing the door open, Leo's innocent voice rang out behind me. "Mommy, can I take Grandma's ashes?" His voice brought me back to reality like a slap. I turned to see my son's bright, trusting eyes looking up at me. I had witnessed my father's betrayal with my own eyes years ago. His naked entanglement with his mistress in bed had been a lingering nightmare that haunted my childhood. I couldn't let my son suffer the same fate. I couldn't let him see what I had seen. Instead of pushing the door open, I met his innocent gaze and forced a smile. "Leo, you're still too young to carry such a heavy urn. This is Mommy's mommy, so Mommy should be the one to take it." At that moment, Isadora walked over. Her eyes held a strange gleam as she reached for the door handle. "I'll help you get it," she said, her voice oddly eager. S~ᴇaʀᴄh the FindNøvᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the highest quality. I tried to stop her, grabbing her wrist. "Isadora, wait-" But she stubbornly insisted on pushing the door open. "Don't be silly, Olivia. We're family." I saw the look in her eyes - obsessive and filled with hatred. Something was wrong with Isadora. Very wrong. Just then, a loud crash came from inside the house. The sound of something precious shattering. Isadora screamed, "Who's in there?" and pushed me aside roughly. She pulled Leo into the room as reporters swarmed past the enforcers like a flood. When I walked in, I didn't see the scandal I had expected. But this was even harder for me to accept. I couldn't breathe anymore. My mother's ashes were scattered all over the floor. The sacred urn lay in pieces, its contents spread across the stone like gray snow. A heart-wrenching scream erupted from the depths of my throat. The sound of pure agony tore from my lungs. Grief and rage exploded like a cataclysm inside me. The pain was so intense it felt like my soul was being ripped apart. And then something awakened. A power that had been dormant for years stirred to life. My wolf, Zoe, was awake. A flood of sensations rushed into my mind. I felt my abilities return - the power to sense the thoughts and emotions of the werewolves around me. A dizzying telepathic connection opened like floodgates. "Liv, it's been a long time," Zoe's familiar voice sounded in my mind, warm and comforting despite the chaos. "Even though we couldn't communicate, I knew everything about you." My eyes stung with tears. "Zoe... you're back." "I never left. I was only sleeping, waiting for the day my strength would return." The reporters' cameras flashed frantically around us. Leo stood frozen, staring at the scattered ashes with wide, confused eyes. "Grandma?" he whispered. "Shut up!" Eleonora strode over, her power flooding the entire space. "Everyone out! Now!" she barked at the reporters. "Guards, escort these vultures from the premises immediately." She arranged for a new urn while ushering everyone out of the room. Her efficiency was remarkable even in crisis. Isadora approached me with a sympathetic expression on her face, but it felt fake to me. "Olivia, I'm so sorry. Whoever did this, my brother will never let them get away with it." Her words felt hollow, rehearsed. When she asked where Theodore was, I pushed her away roughly. I remembered the back door hidden behind the curtain-of the inner chamber. The secret exit that only family members knew about. Although my mother's ashes were being placed in the new urn, I would never forgive them. I only wanted to make them pay. I quickly found and pulled open the back door. The hidden passage led to the rear courtyard where vehicles were parked. Following the path, I located Theodore's distinctive Rolls-Royce. The black car sat in the shadows, engine still running. Closing my eyes, I pushed my consciousness forward. With Zoe's power flowing through me, I used my psychic abilities to infiltrate the car. Through Clara's eyes, I saw the truth. His belt was undone. Clara's hand gripped his lower body, her fingers working with practiced familiarity. Zoe witnessed this scene and let out a wail in my mind. The mate bond trembled like a violin string about to snap. Just then, I saw Theodore suddenly push Clara away violently. He seemed to have felt the mate bond's distress too. He grabbed Clara's throat, his face twisted with rage. "You poisoned me," he snarled, preventing her from moving. "Olivia!" Isadora's voice called out behind me. I opened my eyes and turned to see her approaching with pack members and reporters in tow. Her expression was triumphant, predatory. "Did you find the culprit who broke the urn?" she asked loudly, making sure the reporters could hear every word. She pointed at the Rolls-Royce. "That car belongs to my brother. I wonder if the perpetrator is hiding inside?" The surrounding crowd murmured with excitement. The reporters pushed forward, cameras ready. "Open the door!" someone shouted. "Reveal the person who committed such a vile act against the deceased!" Leo tugged at my dress, his eyes bright with curiosity. "Mommy, please open the door! I want to see who hurt Grandma!" 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