CHAPTER 6

My father, ever so obedient to his alpha or was it fear? I didn’t know. But he hurried and hid the documents behind him and smiled nervously.  He hurried and said, "Alpha, it’s nothing. Aurora was just being childish… she upset you; I apologize on her behalf."

Shook my head, I did nothing wrong, and I had no time to waste. I turned to Rowan. “I want you to reject me or I will, and you will accept it. Let’s put an end to all this.” I went to my face and grabbed the documents out of his hand and handed the divorce papers to him.

Rowan’s expression darkened. "You’d better stop! Don’t make a scene."

"If it weren’t for Vivian disappearing back then, I wouldn’t have married you. And now you’re still not satisfied!" Rowan said mercilessly.

My breath hitched. For a second, the world tilted. I tried to answer him, but the pain hit me hard — a burning wave rising through my chest.

The poison.

I stumbled, clutching my stomach. My vision blurred. I could feel it coming, the bile rising up, and I tried to swallow it down, to keep some shred of dignity. But I couldn’t.

Blood spilled from my mouth.

Rowan froze, horror flickering across his face,"You’re vomiting blood! What’s happening to you?"

But before he could move, my brother’s cold voice cut through the air.

“Hmph, no one hit her. Who is she pretending for now?”

I tried to speak, to defend myself, but my body refused to listen. Every breath burned. The world tilted.

Then, the door burst open.

“Second Miss—Vivian! She’s back!” an omega cried breathlessly, joy spilling from her voice.

For one heartbeat, no one moved. Then, all at once, they turned away from me.

My mother gasped and rushed toward the door. My father followed, his anger forgotten. Grayson was already halfway down the hall before I even saw him move.

And Rowan… he hesitated for a moment, then said to me, “I’ll call a doctor to see you.” After that, he ran toward the gate.

I stayed where I was, my knees on the cold marble, my hands trembling. The taste of iron filled my mouth. I pressed my fingers to my lips and saw blood staining them dark red.

A small laugh escaped me — weak, broken.

“Welcome home, dear sister,” I whispered.

And as the last of my strength slipped away, I realized—I really was dying.

So this… this was what death felt like,

gentle and cold, as the darkness swallowed me whole.

When I opened my eyes again, I was weightless. Floating.

For a moment, I thought I had survived — until I looked down.

My body lay on the floor, hand still on my stomach, dried blood at my lips.

No one had noticed. My family was gathered around Vivian, laughing and crying, Rowan holding her as if she were the only soul in existence.

So this is death?

Then why hasn’t my soul faded away?

Then, all at once-light.

For a heartbeat, there was nothing.

Then, a voice. It seemed to ripple through the stars themselves.

“Aurora Hart.”

My breath caught—if breath even existed anymore.

The brilliance softened, folding into a gentle glow, and through it I saw her.

The Moon Goddess.

I turned to the Moon Goddess, my voice trembling yet reverent.

“What… what is happening? Am I dead?”

“Yes,” she said softly, her tone both sorrowful and calm. “But not entirely. You are standing between life and death.”

I froze, uncertain what she meant. The words echoed through the vast silence around us.

She continued, her silver eyes glowing like twin moons.

“In this life, you were betrayed—your destiny left unfulfilled. Tell me, Aurora… do you wish for a second chance to rewrite it all?”

At that, something inside me flared alive. A spark of desperate hope.

“Yes,” I whispered. “Please. I have a child—unborn, unprotected. I have to go back.”

The Goddess smiled, a faint curve of light and eternity.

“Good. Then steel your heart, for soon, help will come to find you.”

Her form began to blur, dissolving into mist and moonlight until she was gone.

I drifted through the air again and saw it—the front gates of my home.

“My darling daughter, you’re safe. You’re home!”

My father’s soft murmur followed. “Don’t cry, my love. She’s here now.”

And Grayson’s voice — gentle for the first time in years — “Sis… I missed you.”

I wanted to laugh. So that’s how it was. Their tenderness was only for her.

“Brother, I missed you too.” Vivian’s voice sliced through me, sweet and venomous. My stomach twisted painfully. Blood filled my mouth again. The poison was claiming me faster than I’d expected.

Then Rowan’s voice — soft, trembling — “Vivi…”

I had forgotten how gentle he could sound.

“Rowan…” she whispered back, mimicking him, her tone sickly sweet.

I thought of the years I’d spent beside him, healing him, loving him in silence. What a fool I’d been.

He never saw me — only the shadow of the woman he truly wanted.

“Where have you been?” Rowan asked softly. “Why didn’t you reach out all these years?”

Vivian lowered her head and began to cry — the oldest trick she knew.

“Alpha, she must have suffered so much,” someone said. “Let’s give her time.”

And just like that, her tears worked their magic again.

Vivian smiled, radiant. “A meal with my family would be nice right now.”

My mother nodded eagerly. “I’ll cook all your favourites!”

I almost laughed. She had never once cooked for me. She didn’t even know what my favourite food was.

Vivian poured drinks, proposing a toast to her safe return.

Father kissed her cheek before leaving for a meeting.

Mother followed soon after, claiming she was tired.

I watched, hollow and bitter.

Why had I ever craved their love?

Rowan and Grayson stayed behind, drinking and laughing with Vivian late into the night.

I sat beside my lifeless body, whispering prayers to the Goddess.

“Please… let this end. Haven’t I suffered enough? Where is my second chance?”

My body was still on the floor, growing cold.

Then, around five in the morning, the kitchen door creaked open.

A man stepped inside, glancing around. He wasn’t one of our pack — I didn’t know him.

To my shock, he went straight to me. Kneeling beside my body, he checked my pulse, then quietly lifted me into his arms.

“Who are you?” I whispered, though my voice made no sound. “Where are you taking me?”

He didn’t answer. He slipped out through the kitchen door, carrying me into the darkness before dawn.

From above, I watched the house fade behind us.

A bitter laugh escaped me.

“I wonder how long it will take them to notice that I’m gone.”

At that moment, my gaze fell on the man once more—and a jolt ran through me.

He looked familiar.

No… it couldn’t be.

But then, like a flood breaking loose, I remembered who he was!