She was as beautiful as a goddess, yet she was destined to die young.
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He felt a pang of sorrow and had wished that I had been the one poisoned instead of Leah countless times.
He thought that dying for Leah would be the only thing of value I could ever do since I was so vile. No one would mourn me.
Rhys agreed with him on this. “Why was it Leah who got poisoned? She’s so kind. How I wish it were Irene, that heartless, venomous woman, who got it!”
After he said that – wishing it was me poisoned instead of Leah – Anderson’s resentment toward me deepened, if that was even possible.
The marking ceremony was supposed to start, but I wasn’t there, of course. I could practically hear the whispers rippling through the gathered wolves.
They probably thought I was throwing a fit, leveraging my unwanted pregnancy for attention. I imagined Anderson’s growing frustration.
Finally, he would have realized he should call me, only to be met with silence.
I had blocked him. Rhys would have tried too, only to discover he was also cut off.
“Is she insane?” I could almost hear Rhys’s furious curse as he started badgering anyone who might have known me, anyone I had ever spoken to.
Anderson’s expression would have darkened, his words dripping with the same old cruel arrogance.
“If it weren’t for Leah insisting we respect the Moon Goddess’s chosen mate,” he’d likely sneer to Rhys, “I never would have agreed to marry Irene!
“After I promised her the marking ceremony, she actually pulled this stunt! I’ll make sure she gets the punishment she
deserves…”
Just then, someone would have approached the “Are you Anderson? And are you Rhys, Irene’s younger brother?”
A beta I had once treated, carrying a package.
“This is a gift for you.” His voice would have been carefully neutral.
Anderson would have snatched it and ripped it open.
The official ruling dissolving the mate bond would have been the first thing he saw.
I could picture the incredulous look on his face.
He hadn’t accepted my rejection; in his mind, how could the bond be dissolved?
“It has to be fake,” he would have muttered, tossing it aside dismissively. But then, his breath would have hitched.
The abortion consent form. With my clear signature.
“This… This isn’t possible. She wouldn’t dare…”
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He couldn’t have believed his eyes. His hands, probably trembling with disbelief would have forced themselves to open the small
gift box beside it.
Inside, nestled on soft fabric, were the tiny remains of our unborn child.
Its small hands curled into delicate fists, its eyes closed forever, never to grow, never to breathe. I could almost feel the impact on
him, as if he had been struck by a physical blow. All the arrogance, all the anger, draining away, leaving him weak.
The box would have slipped from his suddenly numb grasp, crashing to the ground.
“What is Irene trying to do by sending this kind of thing on the day of the marking ceremony? Crazy woman!” he would have
spat, kicking the box aside in disgust.
“I’m not done,” the beta said.
“Irene emphasized that the remaining documents will reveal all the lies.”
After delivering those final words, he turned and left them standing there.
Rhys let out a mocking laugh, kicking the box of remains and the accompanying documents further toward the trash.
“Is she still trying to lie to us? She’s completely beyond saving.”
Snapping his fingers in front of Anderson’s dazed face, “Alpha Anderson, since Irene doesn’t want to attend the marking ceremony, just marry Leah.
After all, we all know she’s your true Luna.”
Oh, they thought they knew everything. They had no idea.
Chapter 5
