LOGINLucas knelt on the ground, looking up at the arrogant man before him, finally realizing who he had messed with.The man was wearing black and gold royal robes.It was Alexander, the ruler of the Northern Royal Pack, the legendary Alpha King.And my biological brother.Lucas's lips trembled. He tried to stand up, attempting to maintain his last shred of dignity as an Alpha."Alpha King..." His voice was dry. "This is a private matter between Emily and me. She is my mate; regardless of what happened, she should return to the Storm Pack with me.""I'm doing this for her own good. I'm here to take her home."I set down the teacup in my hand.The porcelain clinked against the saucer with a crisp sound.It wasn't loud, but it made Lucas stiffen all over."No need. There is no Storm Pack in this world anymore."Before Lucas could speak, urgent and messy footsteps echoed from the garden entrance.It was Marcus.He stumbled in, practically crawling, his face filled with despair."Alpha!"Marcus
In the six months since I left, the Storm Pack plummeted from a high-ranking pack to a third-rate one.As the Alpha, Lucas completely checked out.He stopped patrolling the territory, stopped processing documents, and stopped training new recruits.He did only two things every day: drink and visit the graves.He erected a tombstone for me, right next to the one for our unborn child.Rain or shine, he would haul two bottles of high-proof vodka and sit between those two cold stone slabs, sitting there for the entire day.He talked to the air and apologized to the stones.Sometimes, when he drank too much, he would curl up next to the tombstone and pass out, like a homeless stray dog.The Pack Elders were frantic.Because of the Alpha's negligence, rogues near the territory began frequently testing the borders.The hunting team's efficiency dropped by 40%, and food shortages even began to plague the pack.The Elders took turns trying to persuade him to pull himself together for the sake o
Three days later, Marcus returned with the search and rescue team.They had spent three full days scouring the blood-soaked grounds around the cemetery.They didn't bring back much—just a single black body bag, filled to the brim.Marcus was soaked to the bone. Rainwater streamed down his armor and into the bag, mixing with the contents to form a pool of diluted red water.He didn't dare look up at Lucas. Trembling, he placed the bag in the center of the pack square."Alpha... we did our best.""The rogues were too hungry. Most of the remains were already..."He didn't dare finish the sentence.Lucas stood in the rain.He wasn't using an umbrella.He hadn't slept in three days. His eyes were sunken, his stubble messy, and he looked like a walking corpse with its soul sucked out.He stared at that bag. His hand, usually steady enough to hold a gun, was shaking like he had Parkinson's.He was afraid to open it.He was afraid that I was inside.But he had to open it.Because he still need
But Isabella didn't know what had happened yet. She was clearly still immersed in the joy of getting rid of me.She pushed the door open, still wearing that ill-fitting pink puffy dress, barefoot, holding a teddy bear she had stolen from Leo's room.She skipped over to Lucas, an innocent smile plastered on her face."Lucas!"She whined in a voice so sweet it was sickening, pointing a finger at her own head."My head suddenly hurts so bad.""Did Luna break my brain when she hit me yesterday?""I'm so scared. Will I get dumber? Will you stop liking me?"If it were before, Lucas would have already pulled her into his arms, comforting her with a heartbroken expression.But today, Lucas just looked at her coldly.Isabella didn't seem to sense the strangeness in the atmosphere, or perhaps she was just too confident.She opened her arms and threw herself at Lucas, expecting a hug like always.Bang!A loud crash.Lucas struck without any warning.He kicked her squarely in the stomach.Isabella
But the projection didn't stop.The lead rogue in the video let out a harsh, mocking laugh. "Relax, Isabella. But your Alpha really is an idiot. Five years ago, that ambush was such bad acting, yet he actually believed you got brain damage saving him. That moron deserves to be played."Then came Isabella's voice: "Kill her! Destroy her uterus; let's see how she breeds then!"Lucas collapsed to the ground. He watched the holographic projection of the "mentally challenged five-year-old" looking hideous as she commanded the rogues to attack me. Then he looked at the corner of the screen where I was being repeatedly stomped in the stomach, nearly fainting from pain.Lucas spat out a mouthful of blood.It turned out there was no life-saving debt.It turned out there was no mental regression.It turned out the "sister" he had treasured for five years was a calculating snake.And he was her accomplice.He was the one who personally covered up the truth about Isabella poisoning me with Wolfsba
Lucas looked at Isabella, who was lying there bleeding, and didn't hesitate to rush over and scoop her up.She curled into his embrace, a trembling finger pointing right at me."Lucas, Luna is so scary... She called a bunch of bad wolves to bite me to death.""She said if I'm dead, no one can steal you from her.""It hurts so bad... am I going to die?"I lay on the ground. The agonizing pain in my abdomen meant every breath tasted like blood."I didn't." I managed to squeeze out the three words with great difficulty.Lucas glanced at me, hesitation flickering in his eyes."Isabella, are you sure there isn't a misunderstanding? Emily has a temper, but she would never collude with rogues. She's not that kind of person."Isabella immediately started wailing. "I'm not lying! I have proof!"She pulled out the phone she had prepared earlier and hit play."When the bad wolves came, I tried to call you for help, but I accidentally hit record..."A recording of "my" voice played from the speake







