The Alpha Who Buried My Mother Will Bury His Empire

"Miss Hollowthorn, we've recovered a body in the borderlands. The scent-markers match your mother. We need you to come to the Healing Hall and identify her."

My smile, reflected in the mating-gown mirror, shattered with a single call through the crystal communicator.

The recovery den reeked of wolfsbane and something older, something that clung to the cold stone walls like a confession no one wanted to hear. When they pulled back the sheet, her body was barely recognizable. Her eyes, gone. Her organs, ripped out like she'd been nothing more than livestock to be harvested.