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Galaxy in the Story

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“I want a divorce.” I said, but there was no response.
“I said I want a divorce.” I repeated louder this time, clenching my fists at my sides.
Alpha Dante finally looked up from his desk, staring at me like I had come to throw another tantrum.

“You are tired. Go and have a nap or something,” he said dismissively. I bit down on my lips and, in annoyance, slammed the divorce papers I had secretly gathered on his desk.

“What is this?” he muttered in irritation, flipping through the papers.

“These are the divorce papers. I have my signature already on them. All that’s left is your signature.” His brow furrowed, and his jaw clenched. Then suddenly, he tore the papers into shreds, causing me to gasp.

“What… what do you think you are doing? I spent months gathering that… why would you…”

“I will not divorce!” His voice thundered, causing me to flinch. He tossed the shredded papers across the room. “You are my wife. The Luna of the Moonshade Pack. How dare you ask for a divorce?”

“What more do you want? You’ve caused me nothing but pain for the past three years,” I found myself yelling in anger. “You’ve had your revenge. My father's dead and you took over his pack. What more do you want? Why won’t you let me go? Why…”

“It’s not enough!” he cut me off. “Your pain is not enough! You cannot be happy while I am unhappy! You will remain unhappy by my side forever,” he said, now standing, his voice filled with nothing but disdain.

I let out a shaky breath. Who was he? This wasn’t the man I had fallen in love with. This wasn’t the man who held me close on cold nights, who whispered sweet nothings in my ear, who promised to protect me from all harm. No, this was a stranger—a monster wrapped in the same familiar body. I shook my head in disbelief, my heart pounding in my chest. How had we come to this?

“I, Amaya Blackwood…”

“Don’t you dare, Amaya!” he said, taking steps forward while I took more back.

“…of the Moonshade pack reject you…”

“Amaya!” he yelled, closing the distance as I slammed my back against a wall. His hand gripped my jaw, his red eyes glowing as he stared at me while I glared back at him.

“Divorce me, Dante,” I muttered, breathing heavily, but his grip only tightened around my jaw, so tight that it felt like he could actually crush it any moment. “Please… let me go.”

“Never!” he growled. “I will never let you go, Amaya. Even if you hate me.”
We continued staring at each other, panting heavily, until I looked away. Only then did his grip loosen, and he took a step back.

“Now return to your room, and don’t you ever think about something as absurd as divorce again, because it’s never going to happen.”

I paused by the door, my grip tightening around the doorknob, but I said nothing.

As I was returning to my room, I was so lost in thought that I bumped into someone by the stairs.

“Oh, sorry,” I muttered, and when I looked up, I saw that the man I bumped into was Cyrus, the son of my father’s Beta, Vaughn. His father was part of the revolution that had overthrown my father. Unfortunately, before my father was caught, Vaughn was shot in the heart by my father. He did not survive.

“Watch where you are going,” he sneered. I lowered my head and continued walking, but then he added, “The Alpha received a marriage proposal.”

I froze, gripping the hem of my dress.

He continued, “She’s an amazing woman. One of our best warriors. The people love her and approve of them as a couple. Do you know what this means?” He turned to me with a smug look, expecting a disapproving response.

Instead, I smiled warmly. “Ah yes, they do seem like a perfect match. I already asked Dante for a divorce, but he refused. You are his close friend. I am sure you would be able to convince him to take the proposal seriously.”

His smug look faltered, and he looked at me confused. “You are giving up so easily?” he said, and now I was the one who was confused.

“What else can I do? He’s made it clear that I have no say in my own life. If this marriage proposal is what’s best for the pack, who am I to stand in the way?”

He frowned, and when he didn’t say anything else, I turned away.

When I got to my room, I closed the door behind me and let out a shaky breath as I recalled Cyrus’s words.

The pack adored their new Alpha. After all, he had saved them from misfortune. Kara was also everything I wasn’t—strong, beloved, and loyal to the pack. She had fought alongside Dante for the freedom of the pack. It was only natural for them to be together. They were a perfect match, and I was sure the people would pressure Dante to accept.

But what did that mean for me? Would I be finally free? No, that wasn’t possible. I was the last remaining royal bloodline of the Moonshade pack. The people hated me. They wanted me gone, and Dante would never let me go. Even if he moved on, he would keep me as a prisoner.

I sighed and walked over to the window. My eyes widened for a brief moment when I saw Dante and Kara walking side by side. They were talking about something, and he was smiling. But then it all vanished as he shifted his gaze and his eyes met mine.

A shiver ran down my spine, but I couldn’t look away. So we just stared at each other until Kara tugged at his sleeve, urging him to focus on her. He glanced back at her with the same warm smile, and they both walked away.

“Should I jump?” was the first thought that came to my head as soon as they were out of sight. I could run as far as my legs could carry me. But where would I go? Who was I kidding? Dante had allies everywhere while I had no one. My parents were gone, their loyal followers were either scattered or dead. I was alone.

Chapter 2

I woke up the next morning with a very high fever, but I still managed to get out of bed. Outside my bedroom window, I could hear chants from protesters who wanted me gone from the pack. This had become a routine; they did it every morning until they were chased away by the guards.

I got dressed and headed downstairs to join Dante for breakfast. Although I didn’t want to, he had insisted, not giving me much of a choice.

So, against my will, I had to see him every morning before he left the packhouse.

Today was different, though. Kara was sitting at the breakfast table, smiling as she poured Dante a cup of coffee.

“Good morning, Amaya,” she said, as if she wasn’t sitting in my house, at my table, sharing coffee with my husband while I sat at the far end, away from both of them.

“Good morning,” I muttered, keeping my eyes down.

Dante, on the other hand, didn’t look up. He was busy reading something on his tablet.

“Amaya, you look pale,” she added just as I was about to take a bite of my sausage. “Are you not feeling well?”

I looked at her, caught off guard. There was no way she would care. That was confirmed when I saw pity in her eyes, and my walls went back up.

As if on cue, Dante looked up from his tablet, his gaze meeting mine, waiting for my response.

“I…I’m fine,” I muttered.

“If you’re fine, stop sulking,” Dante said coldly.

“Dante,” Kara scolded. “Why are you being harsh? She doesn’t look well.”

“She’s the daughter of a powerful Alpha. I’m sure her wolf will heal her,” he said.

And he would be right, except I had lost contact with my wolf as a result of the trauma. It was like she just vanished. Perhaps that was another reason I couldn’t feel the mate bond, and that was why his words hurt less.

“But…” Kara tried to insist, but he cut her off.

“Fine…I will get the pack healer.”

“No, it’s not necessary. It’s just a fever.” I tried taking a bite of the sausage, but the smell made me nauseous, and I put it back down. “Excuse me,” I said, standing up.

“Where are you going?” Dante asked.

“I’m not hungry,” I replied. Not waiting for his response, I turned and walked out of the dining room.

In the corner, I could see some maids giggling as I walked by. I knew it was about me, but I could do nothing but continue walking.

Later that evening, Dante informed me I would be joining him for a party. My dress had already been picked out, and all I had to do was be there, in his words.

It was difficult walking in heels. I had mentioned this in the past, but I guess he had forgotten—or perhaps he only pretended to care back then.

I felt dizzy due to my rising fever, yet I had to shake it off for the sake of this occasion.

As soon as we entered, all eyes fell on us. My hand was wrapped around his, and I could feel my grip tightening because of how nervous I was, which was weird because I was always the confident one.

When we walked in, a man approached us with a smile and extended his hand to Dante.

“Alpha Dante, it’s a pleasure to meet you,” he said while completely ignoring my presence.

“Always good to see you, Mark,” he said, returning the handshake.

I stood there awkwardly as the two men continued to talk. The man didn’t even glance in my direction, making me feel like an outsider.

After a while, I slowly released my grip and took a small step back, then another, until I had created some distance between us—but I could still hear their voices.

“So, Alpha, why didn’t you accept the marriage proposal?” he asked, as if I wasn’t in the room with them.

“I’m not sure where that rumor came from. I already have a wife,” Dante said, laughing, catching me off guard. But I quickly reminded myself it was probably just to save face.

After a while, the show started, and I was back at Dante’s side. It was a live band playing one of my favorite songs. I closed my eyes as memories from years ago flooded back—when I used to perform on stages, traveling on tours. But after the incident, it felt like I lost my voice.

“Luna, didn’t you use to sing?” I heard a voice from among the crowd, and my eyes snapped open.

“Yes! Why don’t you sing for us?” another said.

“Wait…what…I…” I tried to speak, but they cut me off.

“Come on, one song! Don’t be shy. You’ve earned many awards for your singing.”

It was true, but right now, I couldn’t.

Before I could protest, a woman grabbed my hand forcefully and pulled me to the stage, handing me a mic.

I stood in front of the stage, staring at the crowd in front of me. This was nothing compared to the hundreds of people I had sung in front of in the past, but back then, they didn’t look at me with such disdain.

“Sing!”

They urged, while my heart raced. In the crowd, I could see Dante staring at me expectantly.

I opened my mouth, but no words came out.

I just couldn’t.
A sudden wave of dizziness hit me, making my body sway slightly. My skin was burning up, but at the same time, I felt so cold that my fingers were trembling.

Gosh, I should have stayed back at home. My head was pounding and my legs felt like they weren’t even mine anymore.

“I…I…sorry. I…” I tried to say, but my vision suddenly blurred, and the next thing I knew, the room was tilting. No, I was falling.

The last thing I saw was an image of Dante’s wide eyes as he rushed toward me, but everything went black before I could see if he caught me.

When I opened my eyes, I was lying in my bed.

“Don’t move,” a voice said sternly. It wasn’t Dante’s—it was the pack’s healer.

I blinked, watching him mix something in a small bowl. “You collapsed at the party,” he explained, not looking at me. “I can’t believe the Alpha called me for something so trivial. There are people in this pack who genuinely need my help, not…” his words trailed off.

I stared at the window. My throat was dry, and my head was aching like crazy. I wanted to close my eyes, but the healer continued muttering.

“Honestly, wasting my time on someone who’s probably just fine. It’s not like I have better things to do,” he said, as if I wasn’t lying right next to him.

The room fell silent. After a few minutes, the door opened, and Dante stepped in.
“What happened?” he asked the healer.

“Nothing serious,” the healer said, waving his hand dismissively. “She’s been indoors too much. Likely a mix of stress and low energy. She’ll be fine after some rest and sunlight.”

Dante crossed his arms. “She fainted in the middle of a party. That’s not nothing.”

But the healer only sighed in frustration. “Alpha, I’ve told you what I think. If you don’t trust my judgment, perhaps you’d like to consult someone else. As I said, she just needs rest.”

Dante’s jaw clenched as he thought for a moment. “Leave,” he ordered.

The healer wasted no time gathering his things before leaving the room.

When the door shut, the room fell silent again. I didn’t dare look at Dante—I was still staring at the ceiling—but I could feel his presence close.

“Why didn’t you say anything earlier?” he finally asked.

I closed my eyes as the headache worsened.

“I’m fine,” I whispered.

There was another wave of silence between us until I heard his footsteps retreating, followed by the door closing. Only then did I open my eyes.

I managed to sit up and opened my drawer, picking up a bag containing pills. I grabbed the bottled water I always had next to my bed and gulped down the medicine.

Without taking this, I wouldn’t be able to sleep.

Chapter 3

The next days that followed, I started noticing Dante more often in the house than before. Although we never truly had a proper conversation, he wasn’t yelling like he used to.

“My husband has been really cold and distant lately.”

I overheard a conversation between two maids while I was walking down the hallway. They were whispering, but I could hear them clearly.

“Do you have a child yet?” the older maid asked while the younger one shook her head.

“I wanted to wait, but now… I don’t know. Maybe it was a mistake. He’s barely home, and when he is, it feels like we’re strangers.”

“Ah, that’s just what happens with newlyweds. Men get restless, but trust me, once you give him a child, everything will change. He’ll return to his loving self. That’s how it’s always been.”

I froze upon hearing those words. A child? Was that the answer?

But Dante had never asked for one, which is why I never even considered it.

But now… maybe… just maybe.

That night, I found myself standing in front of Dante’s office, debating whether to knock or not. Just then, the door opened, and he stepped out. He looked surprised when he saw me there.

His gaze shifted from my head to my toes. I was wearing a slightly transparent nightgown, but at the last minute, I had thrown a robe over it.

“Dante,” I whispered. “Are you busy?”

We had done this many times in the past. Whenever he wanted it, he would come to my room. But for the past year, he had stopped coming. I assumed he had grown tired of me. So, I never made a move—until now.

“If you are not busy, I was thinking…” I tugged on his shirt, silently praying he wouldn’t reject me.
To my surprise, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me inside, shutting the door behind him with a quiet click. My heart pounded in my chest.

I reached for the tie of my robe, but before I could even pull it off, his lips crashed onto mine.

He gripped me firmly, holding me in place as his mouth moved against mine.

It felt like he was desperate. But even then… his kiss felt cold.

Before I could even think, his hands were already at the tie of my robe, and it pulled open. It fell from my shoulders, and I stood there in just my nightgown and nothing underneath.

He didn’t waste time, grabbing the hem of my nightgown and pulling it over my head.

Now I was standing before him, nervously fidgeting with my fingers.

His eyes darkened for a brief second before his expression went blank again.

“Lie down,” he commanded.

Without a second thought, I moved toward the bed, doing exactly what he told me to.

The next morning, when I woke up, I was sore all over. Dante wasn’t in the room. He had left that same night as soon as he was done.

Gosh, I regretted it instantly.

Last night, although filled with pleasure, was emotionless. He didn’t utter a single word or make a single sound.

Even when he released inside of me. Nothing. It felt like a machine doing its job, even worse than before.

It took me a while to pick myself up and return to my room. And after that day, I saw less and less of Dante.

He was always busy with work and even missed our usual morning breakfasts together.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye, and nothing really changed.

“I want to go to the beach,” I suddenly brought it up during breakfast.

“I will arrange for us to go this weekend,” he said, looking at his phone.

“No… just me. I want to go alone,” I said, and his eyes instantly snapped up to meet mine.

“You want to go alone?” he repeated. “Why? Who do you want to meet?”

“Why do you assume I want to meet someone?” I asked, but I was met with a cold glare, causing me to swallow nothing.

“I heard your friend is in town.”

He was talking about Ryder, my childhood best friend who had confessed his love to me in the past, but I had turned him down to be with Dante. Although I was aware he was in town, he still wasn’t the reason I was going to the beach.

“I just want some time alone. I have been locked inside for too long. Didn’t the healer say that I needed more sunlight and fresh air?” I reminded him.

He glared at me, then nodded. “Fine, I will make arrangements for a guard to accompany you.”

Even though I wanted to argue, I knew it was pointless, so I nodded.

That weekend, I went to the beach alone. Well, not alone. The guard was following me but from a distance.

I inhaled the salty air and watched the crashing waves. I played in the sand and picked shells, trying to remind myself of the good old days.

Sitting on the floor, I thought about Dante again. I missed him—or at least the version of him that I had married.

I was so lost in my thoughts that I didn’t notice the guard moving closer.

Suddenly, I felt a sharp pain in my back as a knife was plunged deep into my skin.

I gasped, and before I could scream, he yanked the knife out, whispering, “The Blackwood family deserves to die.”

A shiver ran down my spine, but before I could react, he raised the knife again, preparing to strike.

“Hey!” A fisherman spotted us and shouted, rushing towards us and raising alarm.

The guard, realizing he had been caught, ran away while I collapsed on the floor, struggling to breathe.

“Stay with me, miss,” the fisherman panicked, reaching out for his phone.

Ah! He didn’t recognize me. Thank God. If he did, he would have also left me to die.

But even that didn’t stop me from losing more blood until I lost consciousness.

Chapter 4
Dante’s POV

I was at a pack meeting when I got the call that Amaya had been stabbed—by not just anyone, but one of my own men.

“What?” I barked into the phone, startling the Alphas around me. My heart pounded violently in my chest, and for the first time in years, true fear gripped me.

I left immediately, shifting into my wolf and racing toward the hospital. By the time I arrived, I was breathing heavily, and my hands were shaking.

The doctor was waiting for me.

“The wound was deep,” he started. “She lost a lot of blood. It will take at least a month for her to fully recover.”

I frowned. “A month?” That didn’t make sense. With her wolf, she should be healed in a week at most.

“There’s… something else.” The doctor hesitated.

“Spit it out,” I growled.

“Your wife was weeks pregnant, Alpha… but she lost the child due to the trauma.”

Everything stopped.

A ringing in my ear drowned out all other sound, and my eyes turned red. The doctor’s mouth was still moving, but I couldn’t hear him.

Pregnant? Amaya was pregnant?

My body moved before I could think, and I grabbed the doctor by the collar, slamming him against the wall.

“You’re lying,” I snarled, my claws digging into his chest while my wolf howled in agony, wanting to break free. “She wasn’t pregnant! She would have told me!”

“It’s still in the early stages… she must not have—”

“She did this on purpose, didn’t she?” I cut him off. “She didn’t tell me because she planned to leave! She was going to run off with Ryder, wasn’t she?”

I couldn’t think straight. This was Amaya’s fault. She had been distant, she wanted to go to the beach alone. She had let her guard down…

I shoved the doctor away and turned, my fists clenched so tightly that my nails dug into my skin.

When she woke up, I confronted her about the news, but she just stared at me, emotionless like she usually did. Even now, she felt no remorse. She didn’t shed a single tear, and that annoyed me. I gritted my teeth and stormed out of the room.

The guard who had stabbed her was still on the run, so after she was discharged, I had her quarantined in her room.

She wasn’t allowed to step out for anything, but just in case, I stationed two guards outside and monitored the maids going in and out of her room.

All her meals and drinks had to go through me before they reached her. I wasn’t taking any chances.

If she wanted to act emotionless, fine. But I wasn’t going to let her make another mistake—wasn’t going to let her run away or get the freedom she wanted because of her reckless decisions.

For days, she barely spoke. She ate without complaint, bathed, and slept as if nothing had happened. Her indifference made me angry.

Did she not care that she had lost our child?

As for the guard who had stabbed her, I personally hunted him down.

Kneeling before me, covered in dirt and blood, he trembled as he dared to meet my gaze. His lips quivered as he spoke.

“I was doing you a favor, Alpha,” he choked out. “The Blackwood… they all deserve to die. She’s a—”

I snapped his neck before he could finish. Though I felt I should have tortured him, should have made him suffer, I couldn’t waste another second on a traitor who thought he had the right to decide my fate.

Wiping the blood off my hands, I turned to my men. “Burn his body. Let it be a warning to anyone else who dares to defy me.”

They bowed their heads in obedience, dragging the corpse away.

That night, I headed straight to her room unannounced to deliver the news. She was sitting by the window, staring at the moon, and didn’t turn around when I entered.

“He’s dead,” I said.

She didn’t respond.

I clenched my fists, stepping closer. “I hunted him down myself. Snapped his neck like the traitor he was.”

Still nothing.

My jaw tightened. “Is that all you’re going to do? Just sit there and stare at moon like nothing happened?”

Finally, she turned her head slightly. I flinched when I saw the emptiness in her eyes—she looked like a living corpse.

“What do you want me to say, Alpha?”

“You lost our child,” I growled, taking another step forward. “And you sit here as if you feel nothing.”

Her lips pressed into a thin line. “What do you want me to do? Cry? Scream? You already decided this was my fault.”

I scoffed. “Isn’t it?”

She lowered her head. “Of course. Everything is always my fault.”

My blood boiled, and I grabbed her by the arm, yanking her to her feet. “Don’t play games with me.”

“Then let go.”

I gritted my teeth, staring down at her, but then my eyes widened when my gaze reached her fingers—I saw her ring was missing.

“Your ring… You took it off.”

She looked at her hand, and when she saw it wasn’t there, she muttered, “Oh.”

Oh. Just an oh. Even though I hated her, I never took off my ring. It was the only reminder of what we once shared.

“That’s it?” I snarled. “You take off our bond like it meant nothing, and all you can say is ‘oh’? If you hated me this much, you should have just left.”

Her lips curved into a small, bitter smile. “Didn’t I try?”

“You—”

“But you wouldn’t let me, so why are you surprised? You chained me to you. Did you really think a ring would change that?”

“That’s enough,” I said, shutting my eyes and shoving her back onto the bed. I took a step back, running a hand through my hair. “Put the ring back on.”

“No.”

“That wasn’t a request.”

“I can’t, because I didn’t take it off. It must have fallen off somewhere at the beach,” she said, turning back to face the window.

“I will go search for it,” I said, stepping back and running my hand through my hair.

She didn’t answer.

“Go to bed.” I clenched my jaw, and without another word, I left, slamming the door behind me.

Chapter 5

Dante POV

Five Years Ago – Flashback

“Did you sleep well?” I asked, running my fingers through Amaya’s silky hair as her head rested on my lap.

“No,” she pouted, turning her face up to look at me.

I smirked, brushing a loose strand behind her ear. “And why is that, princess?”

She huffed dramatically. “Because you weren’t there.”

It had only been a short mission—three days at the border—but she acted as if I had been gone for months.

I chuckled, trailing my fingers down her jaw. “I told you I’d come back.”

“You’re always leaving,” she muttered, crossing her arms. “And one day, you won’t.”

My smirk faltered. Amaya was the Alpha’s only daughter, raised in the safety of the packhouse, protected like an egg. She had never known real war, real danger. And yet, she feared losing me more than anything.

I gently tilted her chin up, forcing her to meet my gaze. “I will always come back to you.”

She blinked, her emerald eyes searching mine for a moment before she whispered, “Promise?”

I leaned down, brushing my lips against her forehead. “I swear it.”

A small smile tugged at her lips, but I could still see the hesitation in her eyes. She didn’t like my life as a soldier, didn’t like the bloodshed or the risks. But she loved me enough to endure it.

“Come with me next time,” she said, catching me off guard.

I raised a brow. “What?”

“On your next mission,” she said, propping herself up on her elbows. “I want to see what it’s like.”

I laughed, shaking my head. “Absolutely not.”

She scowled. “Why not?”

“Because you’re the Alpha’s daughter,” I reminded her. “And your father would have my head if I let you anywhere near danger.”

She rolled her eyes. “I’m not a child, Dante.”

“No, but you’re my princess,” I murmured, pressing a kiss to her palm. “And I won’t let anything happen to you.”

She sighed in frustration but didn’t argue further. Instead, she curled up against me, resting her head on my chest.

“Then don’t take so long next time,” she whispered, and I wrapped my arms around her, inhaling the familiar scent of lavender and honey.

End of Flashback

Ding!

Ding!

My phone vibrated, startling me out of my sleep. My neck was sore as I had dozed off at my desk. Glancing at my phone, I saw a message from Amaya.

I frowned.

“I’m sorry.”

I scoffed.

Sorry? She was apologizing? She should have done that sooner and made things easier for both of us, but she just had to be so stubborn.

I picked up my pen to continue signing some documents. But then 10 minutes passed and I found myself just flipping the pages.

“She never apologizes,” Mako, my wolf, said, and my hand froze.

It was true. Amaya had never been one to admit when she was wrong, even in the past. She had always been proud, but more than that, she had always been distant, keeping her emotions hidden.

Something wasn’t right.

I immediately grabbed my phone to call her, but the line went straight to voicemail.

I got up from my desk and sped past the hallway. There was no way she would have run away. She wouldn’t. She wouldn’t… she couldn’t.

When I got to her room, I saw two guards standing outside.

“Has she left her room?” was the first thing I asked.

“No, Alpha. In fact, she has been asleep for a while now. Told us not to disturb her,” one of them replied, and I sighed in relief.

Well, that was good. At least she was actually apologizing, but why did I still feel uneasy?

She hadn’t left. She was still here. But why wasn’t she answering me?

I opened the door, and the moment I stepped inside, I saw her lying in her bed. I breathed another sigh of relief.

“Something feels off,” Mako said.

I walked closer to her and bent down beside her bed. When I touched her, her skin was cold, causing me to catch my breath.

“Amaya,” I whispered, shaking her, but there was no response.

“Amaya!” I shouted, shaking her harder, but still, no response. She wasn’t waking up.

“No,” I whispered, backing away as my gaze shifted around the room, trying to pinpoint why—until it landed on her nightstand.

My blood ran cold when I saw them.

Scattered pills.

Not one. Not two. Dozens. And they were all empty.

My body froze as everything came crashing down.

No…

I stumbled back and rushed to her, shaking her violently this time. “Amaya! Wake up!”

My hands were shaking as I checked the pulse in her wrist. I felt a pulse… but it was weak. Too weak.

I turned to the guards at the door.

“Get the healer! Get the doctor, NOW!”

I watched the hours tick by as the healer worked on Amaya’s unconscious form. I stood by her bedside, clenching my fists while my wolf paced recklessly in my mind.

“She’s stable,” the healer finally said, wiping sweat from his brow. “But her body is weak. It will take time before she wakes up, so she must be monitored closely.”

I barely heard the last part before he bowed and left, leaving just the two of us alone.

Right now, she looked so pale… like a ghost. I can’t believe I hadn’t noticed it before.

I grabbed her wrist, feeling her faint pulse.

“Look what you’ve done,” I muttered.

How dare you try to leave me?

“Isn’t this what you wanted?” Mako taunted. “Our mate almost died. Aren’t you supposed to be happy? You wanted this, didn’t you?”

No.

I shook my head. My breathing was becoming heavier, so I had to step back, but I almost stumbled.

“I didn’t want her dead. I just… I just wanted her to suffer by my side.”

She can’t leave me. Never.

I won’t let that happen.

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