As I Buried My Mother, My Alpha Was Picking Up His Ex Novel – Burying Mom was supposed to give me closure. Instead, it left a hollow, echoing ache in my chest. I had just placed her ashes to rest when my phone buzzed. Aunt Wendy’s name flashed on the screen. “Lillian,” she said gently, her voice warm but firm, “now that your mother’s gone, I can’t stand the thought of you being alone out there. Why don’t you come back with me? To the Silver Claw Pack.” I stared at the urn, silent.
There wasn’t much left for me here—not anymore. I drew a shaky breath and nodded, even though she couldn’t see it. “Alright,” I said quietly. “Really? That’s wonderful!” I could hear the relief in her voice, the smile that came with it. Then, her tone shifted, hesitant. “But—wait. I heard you got married. Is your husband coming with you?” A bitter laugh escaped me. “Don’t worry about him.
We’re getting divorced.” I didn’t get a chance to explain. A loud commotion echoed from the front door. Alpha Kingsley was back. I didn’t bother moving. The days of racing to greet him like some lovesick pup were long gone. Footsteps clicked across the hardwood. Jessica, Alpha Kingsley’s brat of a sister, strutted in with a smug little smirk plastered on her face. “My brother just brought Queenie back,” she said sweetly, venom laced in every word. “You, the imposter, are about to be kicked out~” “Imposter?” I arched an eyebrow, unimpressed.
Her grin stretched wider, eyes glinting with delight. “Oh, you’ll see.” And then they entered. The chauffeur came first, arms full of designer luggage. Behind him is Queenie, wrapped in a pastel dress and smug entitlement, holding an obscenely large bouquet of red roses. He bought her roses. In five years of marriage, Alpha Kingsley hadn’t given me so much as a dead weed. “Queenie’s just arrived and hasn’t found a place to stay yet,” Alpha Kingsley announced casually, still looking at her like she hung the damn moon. “She’ll be staying here for a while.
Clean the guest room next to mine. She’ll sleep there.” His voice was sharp, commanding. Not a husband’s tone. An Alpha’s. I didn’t move. I just stared at him, the weight of it all pressing down harder than ever. I wasn’t his wife. I was staff. A glorified maid who washed his clothes and disappeared into the wallpaper when company came around. “Kingsley, I can clean the room myself,” Queenie said, all innocence and sugar. “I don’t want to trouble Luna Lillian.” Then I really looked at her—and my blood turned to ice. She looked like me. Not exactly like me, but close.
Too close. As if someone had taken my face and carefully sculpted a softer version—gentler lines, bigger eyes, more delicate features. And the way she moved… like the world had always knelt at her feet. That’s when it hit me. Alpha Kingsley had never really seen me. He’d been using me as her stand-in all along. I remembered the first time we met—how could I forget? Back then, I was just trying to survive. Trying to help my mom make ends meet and scrape together enough money for college.
So, I got a job as a cashier at the local bakery. The bell above the door jingled as he walked in. I was still in the back, changing into my uniform. When I finally stepped behind the register to take his order, I saw him standing there—frozen. He stared at me like he’d seen a ghost. The loaf of bread in his hand slipped through his fingers and hit the floor, but he didn’t even blink. And then, out of nowhere, he rushed behind the counter like a madman. I actually braced myself—ready to fight or flee. But he didn’t hurt me. He just wrapped his arms around me and broke down, sobbing like a child.
“Queenie… why did you leave me?” It wasn’t until much later—after he calmed down and could actually speak—that I learned the truth. He thought I was his girlfriend. The same woman who had left him for another man. After that day, I assumed I’d never see him again. That we’d had a bizarre, unfortuna