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My mate, Alpha Richard, locked our she-pup inside a sealed antique cabinet.
Our asthmatic pup.
All because his adopted sister's pup was throwing a tantrum and needed a "doll" to amuse him.
"It's just a Ball-Jointed Doll in there," he sneered. "Can't you even tell your own pup from a doll?"
Then he walked next door to praise the boy. “You’re so much braver than my pup,” he cooed. “You’re my favorite.”
Later, at a fashion show, he let his sister steal the designs I made for our pup.
He called me a plagiarist to protect her.
I was about to shatter when a man burst through the doors.
In his hands was a funeral portrait of my pup.

The Alpha’s Empty Antique Cabinet

I had been trampled mercilessly, but thankfully, Liam had brought a team of the best healers to treat me.


In no time, my wounds were cleaned and tended to, but I still walked with a limp.


Hearing Liam's words, I didn't hesitate for a single second. I declared adamantly, "I can never forgive him. Not in this lifetime. Not even in death!"


Each word was an arrow, piercing straight through what was left of Richard's heart.


But he was shameless, crawling towards me like a dog.


"Irene, my mate, I know I was wrong. I only just found out the truth myself. I'm just as heartbroken about Nina's death as you are, but there's still a chance to fix things. Our lives have to go on."


"We can't just drown in grief. If you miss Nina that much, we can have another pup. A healthy one, this time. It will be like she never left..."


Before Richard could finish his shameless fantasy, I cut him off.


"Richard Blackwood, after everything you've done, do you really think there's a future for us?"


Chapter 7