Bella's POV
I watched Mother lying lifeless on the bed. She had been dressed and cleaned by the nurses. Even her stabbed neck had been bandaged, and merely looking at her, one would think she was just asleep, but she wasn't. My mother was dead.
A loud sob escaped my lips. I felt like screaming and shouting, but somehow, I felt numb, and all I could do was shed silent sobs.
The door opened, and Alpha Peterson walked in. The moment I saw him, I got up and moved over to him. I could see his eyes were red and swollen. His usually neat hair was scattered all over his face, and his clothes looked like they had been gripped onto.
My eyes fell on his injured hands, which seem unattended to.
“I'm so sorry, Bella,” his voice was weak and lifeless. “I'm sorry.”
A loud sob left my lips, and Alph
