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Kira's pov I stood outside the Northern Military Base, checking my watch for the fifteenth time. Three-thirty. I'd called my husband, Damon, six times. Each call went straight to voicemail. He's just running late, I told myself. My phone buzzed with a message notification. Finally. But it wasn't from Damon. It was from an unknown number, but the photo loaded immediately, and all the blood drained from my face. Damon with a woman, pressed against a wall in what looked like a hotel room. His hands tangled in her golden hair, her dress hanging off one shoulder, barely covering her. The message beneath the photo was sickeningly sweet: So sorry for occupying your husband's time today~ He's been such a comfort while I've been feeling unwell. I promise I'll visit in person soon to apologize properly. - Serena Damon's first love. My hands shook so badly I nearly dropped the phone. Mira,my wolf roared inside me, “Kill her! Kill that woman!” I drew a deep breath and gritted my teeth, swallowing the pain. He wasn't coming. He'd never intended to come. While I stood here waiting for him to honor my parents, heroes who'd given their lives for the kingdom, he was with her. "Kira?" I looked up to find Rylan Cole, the Alliance’s second-in-command, approaching, his crisp military uniform pressed to perfection. His weathered face was kind, but concern creased his brow as he glanced around the empty area beside me. "Where's your mate? Isn't he coming?" According to Alliance rules, both mates must be present to claim the bodies. I slipped my phone into my pocket and met his gaze steadily. "I won't have a mate anymore, not after today." Rylan's expression darkened with understanding, but he didn't press. Instead, he simply nodded and gestured toward the base gates. "Then let's bring your parents home." The ceremony was everything it should have been. Soldiers lined up in two rows, standing at attention beneath the Silverland Werewolf Alliance's flag. The afternoon sun cast long shadows
