---- Chapter 2 My death was sudden and unexpected. I was alone in the villa, and if Leo's servant hadn't returned for some papers, my body might have gone undiscovered for a long time. Barely 12 hours passed between my death and the moment my body was taken to the woods to be cremated. However, one thing was overlooked: the spot where I died hadn't been cleaned. So, when Leo walked into the bathroom, he was met with a scene that looked like a crime had been committed. "Judy!" he shouted loudly. His shout nearly sent my soul flying out of my ghostly shell again. "Why are you yelling so loud..." I muttered from the side. It was clear he was distracted. An Alpha as strong as himself would have been able to smell ---- the blood the moment he walked into our den. After I passed away, my lifeless body had slumped into the bathtub. The mess outside wasn't that terrible. "Couldn't Leo just clean it himself?" I muttered. But obviously, he couldn't hear my silent complaints, and he didn't seem to care about tidying up either. Instead, he was shaking with rage, pulled out his phone, and barked orders at his beta without even noticing I was standing right there. "Get me another den. I'm moving out tomorrow!" he yelled, before throwing his phone to the floor, shattering it into pieces. I'd never seen Leo so furious and out of control; it was a side of him I'd never witnessed before. I let out a shaky breath I patted my non-existent heartbeat, trying to calm myself down. For a second, I thought he had seen ---- me. Only after Leo left did I kneel down, almost masochistically, and stir the blood-stained water in the bathtub. This was the second time I had seen a scene like this. The first time was when I found out Leo had made me his mate for revenge. I was in the bathroom. The shock cause me to go dizzy and I slipped and fell hard unto the tub, blood flowing everywhere, taking the life of our unborn pup. And the second time was when I took my own life. Looking at the tub, it looked different from this perspective. More gruesome that I thought it was when it happened. "Leo..." Imuttered, looking at his retreating figure. "Tf one day you learn that I had nothing to do with her death, ---- will you regret it?" I asked. Leo and I spent one excruciating night in that den. The next morning, Leo woke up early, changed, and headed into the mountains behind our den. I overheard him telling his beta on the phone to clear out everything, saying he didn't want to see any reminders of me. I didn't think he'd actually leave, though; not when his first love buried right on that mountain behind our den. He arrived at her tombstone. "Butterfly, she's gone now," Leo said, crouching by the grave and tracing the headstone with his fingers. A photo of her was embedded in the stone. It was a picture of a bright, smiling she-wolf with a radiant grin. Her life had been cut short at just twenty years old. The sight of this made me feel stupid. The den I