

To stop the Moonshadow Pack and the Black Pack from slaughtering each other, I volunteered to form a mate bond with Kael. He was the heir of the Black Pack and the boy who had grown up beside me. I had loved him for ten years. I believed that once we completed our mating bond, the hatred between our packs would finally end. After the ceremony, he held me for three days and three nights, refusing to let me go. Years later, Kael personally led the Black Pack warriors into my territory and destroyed my home. My father, mother, and brother had all died in the war. Then Kael leaned close to my ear and asked coldly, “Eileen, did you really think becoming my mate would make me forget that the Moonshadow Pack murdered my parents?” That was when I finally understood. Kael believed my parents had ordered his parents’ deaths. What he did not know was that the woman who truly killed them and started the war later became his Luna. After the war, Kael became the Alpha of both packs. He made Selena his Luna and locked me inside an abandoned dungeon, forcing me to repay a blood debt that had never belonged to my family. Whenever I tried to end my life, he ordered his men to dig up one of my relatives’ graves. “You do not get to die without my permission.” So I stopped fighting. I stopped explaining. It no longer mattered. Ten years ago, I swallowed a nest of blood worms to save his life. Now they had reached my heart. I would be dead in three days.

The doctor said I only had three days left to live. Acute liver failure. My only hope was an experimental clinical trial. It was extremely risky, but had the faintest sliver of a chance to survive. But my husband, David, gave the last available spot... to my adopted sister, Emma, also my daughter’s godmother. Her condition was still in its early stages. He said it was the "right decision," because she “deserved to live more.” I signed the papers to forgo treatment and took the high-dose painkillers prescribed by the doctor. The cost? My organs would shut down, and I would die. When I handed over the jewelry company I’d poured my heart into, along with all my designs, to Emma, my parents praised me, saying, “Now that’s what a good big sister should do.” When I agreed to divorce David so he could marry Emma, he said, “You’ve finally learned to be understanding.” When I told my daughter to call Emma ‘Mom,’ she clapped her hands and said, “Emma is such a gentle and kind mother!” When I gave all my assets to Emma, everyone in the family thought it was only natural. No one noticed anything was wrong with me. I’m just curious. Will they still be able to smile when they find out I'm dead?