We left Sienna to claim our seats in the front of the church while my parents and I moved to the back to have a more private conversation.
By now, some of Damien’s own enforcers were helping him back to his feet and to one of the pew seats, where he collapsed again, burying his face in his hands.
“I’m not telling him anything,” I told my mother first thing. “I don’t care how grief-stricken he is, my commitment is to my sister and her happiness. Amelia shouldn’t have to live with the pain of her past anymore. This funeral, keeping them both in the dark, is the best for Amelia. Damien only ever made her feel sad.”
“I know you have stubbornly made up your mind there, and nothing I could say would change it,” she said. “You are my son but also my Alpha. While I’m not sure it’s in Amelia’s b
