Alpha’s Betrayal Luna’s Revenge (Samantha) novel Chapter 48

Reagan’s POV

As we were so far from the palace. Phillip was going to deliver a couple of the Alpha King’s invitations to packs while we were at Frank’s funeral. The event was by invitation only. The wolf council spread the word to every pack to expect a hand-delivered invitation to the ceremony.

While delivering the invitations, the Alpha King’s representative was to be escorted and protected by the pack’s beta or head warrior. If that simple request was not adhered to, the invitation was to be ripped up, and the pack was to be investigated.

Although we were traveling in a luxury car, the journey was still long. Not because Phillip was driving slowly. But because of the silence. I had never known Sam to be so quiet for so long. Every time I looked at her, she looked deep in thought.

Whenever I asked her if she was okay, she brushed me off, telling me she was thinking about Frank and how, if she hadn’t bothered. No one else would have. The thought saddened me, as everyone deserves to be remembered.

“The funeral director has Frank’s service file. It may contain a picture. You could put it in a frame in your new home,” I suggested to Sam. I don’t think Caspian would mind considering his office is full of pictures of our ancestors.I began to think about who would remember me after l was gone. When Caspian thought I was dead, he still remembered me. Then I had a sad thought. What if the people who tried to kill me then went after Caspian? Sure, we would have been remembered as the Alpha Kings, and our names would have been logged for all eternity. But our lineage would have ended. It may be time to consider taking a chosen mate and starting a family, so that doesn’t happen. Callan was disheartened by my thoughts as he had always wanted his fated mate. But given the circumstances, he would settle for a chosen mate. He Loved the possibility of having pups.

The veteran’s cemetery was an unusual place. White headstones were arranged in perfect formation. In packs, only the most important people are buried. The rest are cremated. I believe this started a long time ago, as mindless creatures weren’t bothered where the meat came from. All they cared about was food. Rogue wolves were the worst culprits.

I held Sam’s hand as a funeral car pulled up in front of us.

A man dressed in black got out and approached us, “Miss Holywell?” he asked, introducing himself as Paul. Sam nodded her head, acknowledging him. “I tried to get the full service for Mr. Newsham. But the short notice prevented me from arranging anything beyond his burial arrangements,” he told Sam. I had no idea what he was referring to. It must be a human tradition of some kind.

“He’s with his kin; that is what is important. Thank you for organizing that,” Sam told Paul. She must be as cluelessas l am. Sam held onto me as we followed Frank’s coffin as it was transported from the funeral car to his final resting place. We watched as the men transporting the coffin lifted it with such care onto leather straps above a hole in the ground. “Would you like to say a few words?” Paul asked us. Sam whimpered, and I didn’t know Frank that well. But someone should say something.

“Can you give us a few minutes?” I asked. No doubt, T would say something odd in front of him. Paul moved a few meters away. I took a step forward. “I didn’t know you very well, Frank. But I am grateful I got to know. You were a kind man who never took more than he needed, and despite what anyone thought of you, you never wished them harm.” I began thinking of all the times people called Frank names or treated him badly because of his appearance. But he accepted it. “If you were a wolf, you would have been treated as the warrior you were. I hope that you are treated better in the afterlife. Because of all the humans I’ve met in my time, you were one of the best.” Sam sobbed loudly, and I pulled her to me for comfort.

I gestured for Paul to begin the service. As he approached, he grabbed a handful of soil from a nearby mound. After Frank’s coffin was lowered, he threw the soil on top of the coffin. “Thank you for your service, Mr. Newsham,” he said.

Sam and I picked some soil off the mound, but as we stood next to the hole in the ground. She cried, eventually saying goodbye to a man who shouldn’t be dead.

She wasn’t making sense. “I don’t know what you’re talking about. Help me understand what do you want?”

“My mother’s necklace. That’s what I want. But it’s in the Shadow Pack.” She must desperately want it if she was willing to go back to the Shadow Pack to get it.

“We can kill the Alpha and his mistress,” Callan suggested happily. I pulled Sam to me and wrapped my arms around her. So that she couldn’t see my face. I grinned with delight at the prospect of slaughtering the evil couple.

Caspian would be pissed, as I know he wants the privilege of killing them. But this is an opportunity not to be missed. “If that’s what you want, Sam. We will go there and get it. The Alpha King did, after all, promise you anything.” I told her too happily that she looked at me.” He will kill me if I don’t get you what you want.”

I pulled out my phone and called Phillip, telling him to collect us immediately. That we had an invitation to deliver before we stopped at South View. Both Callan and I were overjoyed at getting revenge on those who harmed Sam. They will get what they deserve. That is the silent promise I made to the woman I adored.