Digging My Grave

I'm bedridden after being administered a large amount of wolfsbane. However, my Alpha mate gives his first love the antidote I found.

I plead with him to give me some of it so I can stay alive for another few days. That's enough for me to find another antidote.

My Alpha doesn't seem to hear me. He roars, "I can't believe you're pretending to be ill when Julia's about to die! Keep your jealousy to yourself before you thoroughly let me down!"

I'm locked inside my room to reflect on my mistakes under my Alpha's orders.

In the end, the wolfsbane acts up and kills me. When my Alpha learns of this, he digs my grave like a madman.

I was strapped to an iron bed in the public infirmary, staring at the ceiling, waiting to die.

This was a medical facility at the intersection of several territories with people constantly coming and going. Yet, no one stopped for me.

I knew that my Alpha was by Julia Fletcher's bedside in the room next door, gently comforting her.

My insides burned as if they were on fire. The wolfsbane was ravaging my body, and my wolf had severed our connection long ago. Her suffering was even worse than mine.

Yet, the only antidote that could save me had been sent next door.

My breathing grew weaker, and my body became colder.

Eventually, I lost even the strength to move my eyes, and my heart finally stopped beating.

The last thing I heard was the cheer from the next room. It meant Julia had recovered from the wolfsbane at the cost of my life.

I was unwilling to accept it. A mysterious force tore me from my body, turning me into a ghost—unseen by all, able to pass through walls.

I leaned through to the next room and saw my Alpha, Royce Blackwell, tightly embracing his first love, Julia. He kissed her forehead tenderly.

Even though my heart had stopped, I still felt the crushing agony of betrayal.

He was my mate, my Alpha, and my fated soulmate. I wanted to ask him if he was ever worried about me even for just a second while I lay in the infirmary, teetering between life and death.

The answer was obvious.

Royce had mobilized nearly all our people to search for the antidote for Julia. In the end, I was the one who found it.

To keep me from interfering with Julia's treatment, he had his men seize the herbs from me and lock me away, refusing to hear anything I said.

He believed I had faked my poisoning just to withhold Julia's cure and watch her die.

I kept pleading, trying to get the healers to vouch for me, but Royce stripped them of their right to practice medicine. He said, "I don't want a liar sitting in a healer's position."

An Alpha had absolute authority. I was powerless against his will.

When the wolfsbane took hold, I writhed in pain while my wolf trembled in my chest. I had failed her.

All I could do was beg through our mind link, "Royce, I won't oppose you anymore. Whatever you say is right. Please just give me a little of the antidote. I can find more. If you don't, I'll die!"

As Luna, I had never humbled myself like this before. I thought that if I fully submitted and accepted the sins he forced upon me, he would show mercy for the five years I had been his Luna.

But I was wrong. He let out a cold laugh and said in a cruel voice as if possessed by a demon, "Enough with the lies. You conspired with the healer to harm Julia. As long as I live, you won't get away with it!

"You're only saying this to escape punishment. Even if you found the herb that saved Julia, it doesn't erase your crimes. You've done too much to Julia in the past. Once she recovers, I'll make sure you pay for everything.

"Don't think death will let you escape. You'll only die once Julia forgives you—if she ever does!"

My lips parted helplessly. Anyone facing false accusations would instinctively deny them, but I had no strength left. I let out a faint breath, unable to utter a single word.

The wolfsbane was attacking my nervous system. Soon, it would destroy me completely.

Royce didn't care about my silence. His rage consumed him as he spat, "You disgust me!"

No matter how many times I tried to reach him through our link, he never responded again.

The room was deathly silent. I heard my bones cracking as the wolfsbane took its toll. And just like that, my love for Royce shattered.

He looked at me now with the same disdain one would give a stray dog.

I still remembered how he had gently pulled me into his arms, kissed my ear, and nuzzled my neck when he first marked me.

He had once told me I was the most beautiful she-wolf in the world and that he wanted me to be his Luna forever. He had also mentioned that I was a gift from the Moon Goddess, the most important person in his life, and his only unconditional love.

But in front of Julia, those vows crumbled like dust.

I watched as Royce and Julia parted their lips. He brushed her hair back and tilted his head to listen to her heartbeat.

"Thanks to the blessing of the Moon Goddess that you've survived, my love."

His bloodshot eyes revealed his exhaustion. He hadn't slept for days as he was worried about Julia.

I had it worse. I was already dead.

Julia bit her lip and spoke softly, "Yes… I can't believe I made it. I'm so sorry for making you worry."

Then, she hesitated before asking, "What about Diana? Is she still mad at me? I need to apologize to her in person."

She lifted her blanket, and even this small movement left her breathless. I thought she was exaggerating her weakness.

But Royce didn't question it. He simply tucked her back in and smiled indulgently. "This isn't your fault. You're too kind, and that's why she bullied you. Don't worry. I'll make sure she comes to apologize to you."

A nearby Omega watched them with admiration. "You two are so in love. If I ever end up in an infirmary, I hope my mate will stay by my side, too."

She had clearly misunderstood their relationship.

Julia blushed and lowered her head.

Royce hesitated as if wanting to explain, but in the end, he said nothing.

The Omega was lost in her own thoughts and sighed instead of smiling. "The patient in the next room had it much worse. She was all alone. Even in death, no one cared about her."

Royce's expression turned sympathetic.

I wasn't sure what he was thinking. Did he realize she was talking about me?

But once again, my hopes were crushed.

He simply sighed. "What a tragic loss."

Of course.

I scoffed at myself.

He had been so consumed by Julia that he hadn't even realized I was dying just a few steps away. So, this was my so-called fated Alpha mate.

He quickly moved on and left to pick up Julia's medicine. He walked past the infirmary where my body lay.

The healer had already covered my body, leaving only one arm exposed—rigid and outstretched from my painful struggle.

I held my breath.

That arm bore the scar from when I had once shielded Royce from a wild beast. Would he recognize it?

He glanced inside and shook his head with a look of distant pity before walking right past my body.