My Baby Was Killed By My Mate's Lover

d when my four-year-old pup, my sweet bo

's when Zoe Meadows, the she-wolf responsible, had the nerve to show up. She didn't just sta

restless spirit moves on," she sne

he next day, I dragged her to court. I'm a lawyer, five year

f backing her, someone untouchable. I didn't care. I had evide

he unthinkable: accused of murdering my own pup. And the wolf who sealed my

fairy-tale couple, bound in a sacred ceremony that everyone envied. But as I stared into Ethan's cold,

. The pain was relentless, but worse was the

stolen. What I saw there froze the blood in my veins. Ethan, leaning against his car, s

lled out, his voice

the pup up with one arm, and grinned.

back at Zoe, nodd

"Babe, don't say that. The teacher said o

Our pup? My boy died three years ago under Zoe's wheels. But there they wer

h the gaping wound. The pain sank into my bones, sharp as needles.

cage so he could play

wouldn't have fought him. I glanced at my phone, the lock screen still that old p

ooze, gambling, you name it. Ethan was always scrawny, bruised, and starving. I couldn't stand it. I'd share half my lunch with

eyes red, promising, "Melody, when I grow up, I'm gonn

uldn't rise. I clawed my way up too, becoming a lawyer. That year, we started our careers, fo

ed. He held me and our pup close, voice thick. "Melody, fi

ppily ever after. I never ima

e's car. My mate was hers now,

re not gonna check on her?" Zoe's voice snapp

nset, sharp and cruel. "She knows

pping onto my worn-out jeans. I watche

a, my only friend left. "

. She'd visited me in prison, the o

rturn the case.

sure. "I've been digging for evidence these past thre

ratitude st

ere to go but the home I'd shared with E

myself, I stepped inside-and froze. Everything was the same, like I'd never left. The flower

ind me. Some

eyes dark and unreadable. Neither of

rough. "When'd you get back? Why did

held it out. I didn't take it. "I know the way

t to. He handed me a mug of hot tea

sing its warmth. But when he turned away again,

"don't you think we need to talk a