After I Died, My Mate Chose the Murderer

Ever since my fiancé, Ryland Ashford, the Alpha of the Crescent Moon Pack, reconnected with his first love, Selene Hawthorne, he forbade me from keeping flowers. His hatred for them seemed to grow stronger each day as if the very sight of a bloom disgusted him.

One stormy night, I was bound and gagged and taken into a dilapidated cabin at the edge of Darkwood Forest, a known hideout for rogue wolves. The rogue wolves that captured me forced me to call Ryland.

“Ryland, the flowers in the garden are dying. Please, can you hurry to the woods near the East River and bring back some fresh seeds?”