My Rib Is Her Guitar Pick Chapter 06

My Rib Is Her Guitar Pick Chapter 06

Malak had never felt so terrified or lost.

He drove toward Moonlight Cemetery like a man possessed, murmuring to himself.

“Don’t be afraid, Sunniva. I’m coming. I’m coming to protect you…”

But when he arrived, my parents told him had already been cremated.

Once again, he was too late.

The sight of the urn in my mother’s arms nearly brought Malak to his knees.

Then overwhelming fury surged through him.

“Who gave you permission to cremate Sunniva so quickly? I didn’t even get to see her one last time!”

My parents had always fawned over Malak, but now they rolled their eyes at him.

“Sunniva had already broken the mate bond with you. She was killed because of the mate-stealer you protected. Why should you be allowed to see her?”

“We aren’t returning the four hundred thousand gold coins! That money is compensation our daughter paid for with her life. If you try to take it back, we’ll expose your secret and tell everyone that you forced us to sign the consent authorizing the removal of her rib!”

When

my parents turned to leave with the urn, Malak lunged forward and tore it from their hands.

“You’re not taking Sunniva away from me. She is my Luna. She is my true fated mate. She belongs in my family’s burial plot!”

My mother’s eyebrows shot up.

“You stole my daughter’s rib and got her killed, and now you want to steal her ashes too?”

Malak scoffed. “I’ll give you two hundred thousand gold coins.”

At the offer, my father, who had remained silent until then, tugged at my mother’s sleeve.

My mother cleared her throat awkwardly.

“You can have her if that’s what you want. You’re the Alpha, after all. We have to respect you.”

“And those gold coins are what we’re owed.”

As Malak watched them leave, a crushing pain filled his chest.

Those two could see nothing beyond their own reputation and the Ironcrest family’s place in the pack

hierarchy.

They had never cared about me at all.

Malak should have been the person who cherished me more than anyone else in the world.

Instead, he had ruined everything,

He pressed his face against the urn as tears streamed down his cheeks.

“I’m sorry, Sunniva. I’m taking you home. We’re going home, and no one will ever hurt you again…”

That night, Seraphina was trending all over social media.

But no one was praising the beauty of her singing or the songs she had offered to the Moon Goddess.

After Malak’s abrupt departure, packs hostile to Ironmoon Pack immediately began investigating the truth

and made their findings public.

Malak Ashwood, Alpha of Ironmoon Pack, had a bonding ceremony scheduled for the end of the month, but

his Luna was not Seraphina.

Everyone began questioning whether Seraphina was Malak’s mistress.

Seraphina immediately posted a statement.

[I have never said that Malak and I are mates. We simply grew up together. Are friends no longer allowed to support each other? Calling me a mate-stealer over that is ridiculous.]

Less than five minutes later, the evidence proved her a liar.

An anonymous account released a compilation of videos and photos.

It showed Seraphina French-kissing Malak, sharing an iced coffee with him, and wearing, in her music video, a custom bonding gown that the actual Luna had waited six months to receive.

The compilation also included complete footage of the day she pushed me down the stairs.

When I saw Seraphina kissing Malak, I had not lost my temper. I had gone to the stairwell to get some air.

Seraphina followed me and claimed that I was nothing more than a tool Malak used to secure his authority

as Alpha.

In the footage, Seraphina’s expression was vicious, bearing no resemblance to the gentle public image she

showed her fans.

“You don’t have a drop of highborn blood in you. What makes you think you deserve to become Luna? I kissed Malak, and he didn’t push me away. Isn’t that proof enough?”

“You’ve been bonded to him for five years, but he has spent every one of my birthday parties by my side.

We’ve slept in the same bed and kissed on the beach in Brighton. Once, we even deliberately fooled around in the bushes along the border you had just patrolled, with you still nearby.”

“So take the hint, idiot, and get out of Ironmoon Pack!”

Her words enraged me, which was why I threw my drink at her.

Seraphina responded by shoving me down the stairs.

Later, my rib was removed and carved into guitar picks for her. My wolf endured the resulting agony day after day.

Once the truth came out, outrage erupted throughout the pack.