His Ruin, My Light

In my last life, my Alpha deliberately got himself wounded while fighting a rival pack, all to boost the reputation of his healer mistress. Worried about his injuries, I convinced him not to travel for treatment, and it saved his life. And for that, he hated me.Reborn, I've decided to let him make his own stupid decision. Let them have each other."Go to the Moonridge Pack. Now."Damien's voice, as cold as a blade, came from the bed. A nasty gash from a silver dagger was torn across his leg, and blood was soaking through the bandages, but his eyes burned with a feverish heat.I stood in the doorway, watching the familiar scene unfold, a cold sweat breaking out on my back.Last time, Damien was just like this, stubbornly demanding I take him to the distant Moonridge Pack to be healed by Isla. But I was thinking of his safety. I used my own power to stabilize his wound, then forced our pack’s healers to treat him.But afterward, Isla’s reputation was in tatters. No pack would take her,

Three hours later, a flashy pink sports car finally pulled up to the clinic.The door opened, and Isla stepped out on sky-high heels. She was poured into a tight, deep-V red dress so short it barely covered her thighs, and she was practically spilling out of it.Worse, she reeked of male pheromones—and not from just one man."Oh my goddess, Damien!" Isla covered her mouth theatrically. "You're hurt so badly!"By now, Damien was semi-conscious from blood loss. He barely managed to open his eyes, his gaze still full of blind devotion. "Isla… you're here…"I stood to the side, watching the melodrama. Martha's face was as black as thunder."This is your 'best healer'?" Martha demanded, gesturing at Isla's outfit. "Is she dressed for a nightclub or to save a life?"Isla frowned. "Martha, please don't judge someone's professional ability by their clothes. I just rushed over from a medical conference—""A medical conference?" The local head healer, Elder Thomas, scoffed. "Young lady, I just g

"No... impossible... that's not right..."Damien's eyes went wide with disbelief. He shook his head, muttering under his breath, "It healed so fast last life... Why is it like this... why this time..."His voice was quiet, but I heard him clearly.I laughed silently to myself.Last time, he healed because I got the best healers in our pack for him, and I used my own power to shield his bloodline and protect his wolf from the corruption.But this time, Isla's pathetic healing skills only made things a hundred times worse. He clearly had no idea how serious his injury truly was."Last life? Damien, what are you babbling about?" Martha shook his shoulders, her voice frantic.Damien snapped back to reality, his eyes darting around. "I... I just can't accept it... I can't be a cripple!""Alpha, we must operate now," Thomas said sternly. "Every minute we delay, the dark corruption spreads further.""No!" Damien struggled to sit up. "There has to be another way! Isla, say something! You must

"I can prove it!"One of the three assistants from the ritual finally stepped forward.The young Beta trembled as he spoke. "Isla was out of it during the whole ritual. She even used the completely wrong purification chant!""What?" Everyone stared in shock."She threatened us!" another assistant added, finding his courage. "Said if we breathed a word, she'd have us exiled. Said no one would believe a couple of Betas over the Alpha's new favorite...""Shut up!" Realizing she could no longer hide her guilt, Isla let out a shriek. "It was Damien's own stupid fault! He's the one who insisted I heal him. I didn't force him!"Damien's face was chalk white. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. "You came to me, crying your eyes out!" Damien shot back, his voice cracking. "You told me how everyone in Moonridge shunned you, how you couldn't get work. You begged me to give you a platform, to make them see you..."Isla let out a harsh laugh. "And you believed everything I said? If it wasn't f