Chapter 4

I stood frozen in the doorway, the urn containing Alexander's remains clutched tightly against my chest. The scene before me burned into my mind like a brand—Marcus and Rachel entangled on our marriage bed, their naked bodies moving in a rhythm of betrayal that made my stomach heave.

My son was dead. His tiny body reduced to ashes I now held in this cold metal container. And here they were—my mate and my best friend—celebrating as if his death was their victory.

Aria howled within me, her rage and grief threatening to tear me apart from the inside. *Kill them.…