The Forgotten Necklace of the Moon Goddess Chapter 9

That night, Sienna was shipped to the North.

Killian drove through the night to the funeral home.

But he was too late. The urn I wanted had been sold.

Killian broke down, begging the owner.

"I'll pay ten times the price! No—a hundred times! I'll give you a hundred times!"

"Please sell it to me! Please!"

The owner looked annoyed. He wasn't heartless, just desensitized to death.

"Where were you before? I called you, didn't I? You wouldn't cough up five hundred bucks."

"It's sold. Paid in full. I can't rob my customers."

He chin-pointed toward the door. "There. That family just picked it up."

Killian spun around.

A group of people were walking out, crying softly. They had bought it for their father.

He sprinted over and grabbed the man in the lead.

"Excuse me! Can I please buy that urn from you?"

"My sister... she wanted this one. I'll compensate you!"

"Get lost!"

The man was grieving and furious. He shoved Killian away.

"Who tries to scalp an urn? Are you sick?"

"No, I don't mean any harm!"

Killian’s eyes were bloodshot, his voice cracking.

"My sister paid the deposit. She was only short five hundred. Her dying wish was to rest in this box. Please, can you help me?"

I had never seen him this pathetic.

Usually, he was surrounded by Betas and Omegas licking his boots.

Now, he was begging a human stranger, tears streaming down his face.

"I'll give you anything. A million. Ten million. Name your price."

The man shoved him harder.

"Buddy, you're dressed in a fancy suit, but you belong in an asylum."

"We have a funeral to get to. Get out of the way before I drop you."

Thud.

Suddenly, Killian dropped to his knees.

The arrogant Alpha, kneeling on the pavement for a wooden box.

He looked up, tears flowing freely, his voice broken.

"Please. I beg you. I just want the urn. You can have everything I own. Just... please give it to me."

The man froze. Seeing a grown man break down like that softened his anger.

He looked at his family, murmuring a discussion.

Finally, reluctantly, he placed the box on the counter. His own eyes welled up.

"Take it. We don't want your money."

"Death is heavy. I just lost my dad, so I get it."

Killian wept with gratitude, banging his forehead against the floor.

"Thank you! Thank you!"

The man pulled him up, his voice gruff.

"Take the house and go see your sister. Don't make her wait any longer."

Three days later, my body was cremated.

Killian held the urn, tears falling silently onto the lid.

Since finding out I was dead, he hadn't slept.

Dark circles bruised his eyes, stubble covered his jaw. He looked wrecked. There was no trace of the Alpha's majesty left.

"Nora... Brother is so sorry..."

He pressed his cheek against the cold wood, his voice hoarse with exhaustion.

"It must have hurt so much, your body failing without the link. And I didn't notice. I forced you to drink that poison."

"If it weren't for me, you wouldn't be dead. I killed you..."

I hovered in the air above him and sighed.

When I was alive, I dreamed of him apologizing.

If he had just checked the truth back then... if he had just said "I'm sorry" or let me back into the pack...

I would have forgiven him instantly.

But he didn't. He was too stubborn, waiting for me to break.

Now that I was dead, his apology meant nothing. My heart was quiet.

But I was grateful for one thing.

He got me my pretty house. I wouldn't be a wandering ghost.

My attachments faded. My spirit began to dissolve, turning into a wisp of white smoke that drifted into the urn.

My brother and I were now separated by the veil of life and death.

Never to meet again.