I Saw My Death in the Comments Section

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【What does the female side character mean?! Isn’t she the most rigid and rule-abiding one? She actually wants to run away with the female lead?】

【Hilarious, trying to imitate the female lead to make the Alpha care about her. She should look at herself first.】

I ignored the harsh words on the screen, my attention fixed on the figure in front of me.

As soon as I finished speaking, Helen frowned.

She looked me up and down, as if weighing her thoughts.

Seeing her remain silent for so long, I slowly released her hand.

I had been too hasty.

My heart, which had been pounding with anxiety, gradually settled.

I hadn’t even confirmed the authenticity of these strange messages, how could I act so recklessly?

Besides, Helen might already dislike me—why would she agree to such a ridiculous request?

Sure enough, after a moment, Helen crossed her arms and sneered,

“You pampered, delicate Omega girls, how could you possibly endure the hardships outside?”

“You’d probably cry and complain to go back the moment the sun hits you. I don’t have time to indulge your whims.”

She sat high on the wall, and I could only look up at her.

She gazed down at me with a haughty, vibrant expression.

Suddenly, I remembered the first time I saw Helen—it was the day Alpha returned from the southern territories.

I had been frail and sickly since childhood, kept secluded in the pack house.

At sixteen, I was mated to Alpha in an arranged union.

On the night of the mark ceremony, he lifted my veil, his eyes cold.

“This mark is just a formality. You’re not the one I belong to. From now on, we’ll maintain a respectful distance and not interfere with each other.”

Because of Alpha’s words, I spent the next three years in the Red Moon Pack treading carefully, afraid to make even the slightest mistake that might displease him.

Over time, he softened toward me, no longer keeping me at arm’s length.

The night before he left for the southern territories, he gently brushed my hair and promised to bring me a silver necklace as a birthday gift upon his return.

I thought things were slowly getting better.

But three months later, I received news that Alpha was bringing back a new mate.

The day Alpha returned, I waited outside the pack house as per protocol.

Amidst the deafening cheers, I caught sight of the approaching figures from a distance.

Alpha sat tall on his horse, his posture straight as a pine, a gentle smile on his face.

Half a horse-length behind him was a woman in a narrow-sleeved crimson dress, her sash fluttering in the wind.

They looked like a perfect pair.

The sun made my eyes sting, but I couldn’t bring myself to look away.

She was so beautiful.

Jet-black hair, red lips, a silver necklace around her neck—radiant and vibrant, like a spring blossom.

Unlike me, always sickly and pale, my face worn and tired.

That silver necklace looked so much better on her than it ever would on me.