My Alpha Let Me Die For Her Novel by Astra Marlowe _ Novel





My Alpha Let Me Die For Her Chapter 01

In the three years since I drew my last breath, it had snowed every June and brought devastating droughts every October.
The entire pack was barely holding on, and rumors spread like wildfire.
Everyone believed the Moon Goddess was punishing them for my sins.
So Alpha Raymond Barrington—my ex-mate—brought in a pack Shaman to crush my soul once and for all.
When they reached the cabin where they had once kept me imprisoned, they found the word "WRONGED" smeared across the walls in blood.
Raymond immediately pulled Emilee Garza—my sister—behind him to shield her, disgust written all over his face.
"Brittany is so vicious," he muttered. "Even in death, she's still trying to scare Emmy.
"If I knew she was still playing games from the grave, I would’ve fed her carcass to the rogues and let them scatter her bones."
My parents hated me just as much as he did. They both agreed I didn't deserve to be their daughter, constantly complaining that I'd never been as obedient or gentle as Emilee.
But they didn't know that the one who killed me was none other than their sweet, kind-hearted Emilee.
Three years ago, she'd personally tore me apart, gouged out my eyes, and left me there to bleed for seven days and nights until I finally died.
Now, my mutilated remains lay buried beneath the hawthorn tree that Raymond and I had planted together.
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The air around the cabin felt heavy and grim.
Even in broad daylight, it gave everyone the creeps.
Jacquelyn Clayton, the witch, frowned as she surveyed the scene.
"Luna Brittany is holding onto way too much resentment," she said.
"Ordinary charms aren't going to suppress this. We have to exhume her and hammer one hundred and eight silver spikes through her remains. It will shred her soul forever. It's the only way to destroy her soul for good."
The method was so cruel that even Jacquelyn, usually all business, hesitated.
Raymond, however, agreed without a trace of doubt. "Do it. I don't care if we have to dig her up.
"As long as it helps Emmy sleep at night, I'll do anything, even if it means cutting Brittany's remains to pieces."
He ordered two Omegas to head up the hill and dig up my coffin.
But before the men could step out of the cabin, Emilee emerged from behind Raymond and blocked the doorway.
Tears pooled in her eyes as she gently shook her head.
"Alpha, Brittany was my sister," she said softly.
"Whatever mistakes she made, they're in the past. Now that she's gone, we should let her rest in peace."
Raymond's face softened.
He smiled and patted the back of her hand.
"You're always so kind," he murmured. "But I am never giving Brittany another chance to hurt you.
"I stripped her of her Luna title and locked her up years ago, and today, I'm destroying her soul once and for all."
Emilee nodded and buried her face in his chest, careful to hide the flicker of unease in her eyes.
Over in the corner, Jacquelyn lit a bundle of sage to prep for the ritual.
Up on the hill, the Omegas complained nonstop as they dug for my body.
It had been three years.
Thick weeds had overgrown the small, neglected mound that marked my grave.
The crude tombstone bore words carved in Raymond's own hand.
"In Memory of Brittany Garza, My Sinful Ex-Mate."
One of the Omegas spat on the grave and kicked the stone aside.
"A cheating bitch like her doesn't even deserve a name."
Another stomped on it hard.
"She's the reason the Moon Goddess cursed us with years of drought. If it weren't for this bitch, my wolf and I wouldn't be so weak, and I wouldn't be stuck as a low-ranking Omega."
"You joined late, so you missed it. Alpha Raymond used to dote on her. And how did she repay him? By framing her own sister for sleeping around. What a monster."
They kept hurling insults as they worked, venting their frustration on the patch of earth.
Before long, the soil was cleared, revealing a warped, rotting coffin.
The lead Omega hawked and spat on it.
Then they dragged it down the hill—kicking and hauling it the entire way—before dumping it at Raymond's feet.
For a split second, a conflicted look crossed Raymond's face—maybe three years really had dulled the edge of his hatred.
But the second he noticed the carved hawthorn blossoms on the lid, his eyes went ice-cold.
"A cheating baik like her doesn't deserve to be associated with something so pure," he snapped.
"Break it open!"
With a loud crack, the coffin splintered apart, dust billowing into the air.
But inside, there was no decaying body like they'd imagined.
Instead, it contained only a pair of severed arms, pinned beneath jagged stones.

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