Chapter 1

The auction venue was in chaos.

The Alpha heir, Timothy Russell, was curled up on the ground in the fetal position. He looked like a wild, contorted beast. His handsome face was distorted by the intense pain, and blood soaked through his well-tailored suit.

"Timothy! What's come over you?" Rochell Lucas's face was pale as she crouched down to help him, but he pushed her away with one swift motion.

"Don't touch me!" Timothy did not realise how much fear his shout carried. He clutched his chest tightly, each breath accompanied by the trembling of his clenched teeth.

His once strong and broad warrior-like chest now caved inward, as if an invisible fist had punched him.

The pack warriors quickly came to stand around him, blocking out curious gazes.

My soul floated in mid-air as I sorrowfully watched all this.

"Don't scare me! Is your wolf out of control?" Rochell was sobbing. She had cleverly attributed this strange injury to a common mental breakdown werewolves experienced during stress.

She pounced on Timothy and wept. "It's all my fault. I had to drag you here. Otherwise, you wouldn't be so exhausted..."

As expected, she could always portray herself as a pure and kind sweetheart.

Timothy could not hear her. His mind was consumed by waves of excruciating soul-tearing pain. The vow he had made to the moon had now become a torture device inflicted upon him.

"Ah!" Just when he thought the pain in his chest had reached its limit, another wave of heart-wrenching agony exploded along his ribs. He could even hear the cracking sound of his bones breaking!

"Timothy, bear with it. The healer is on his way!"

Rochell hugged him, crying even harder. A barely perceptible hint of annoyance and resentment flickered in her eyes as she thought, 'Trash. It just had to happen before he paid.'

Looking at her hypocritical face, my eyes stung, but no more tears fell.

A few days ago, the same face had also looked condescendingly at me after locking me in an abandoned warehouse. She said with a cackle, "Leah Senna, you're so pathetic. You really think Timothy loves you? You were just by his side for a few years. Who do you think you are? Now that I'm back, a substitute like you should disappear. Oh, I forgot to tell you. I hired the Rogues who kidnapped you. Why don’t you guess whether he'll believe you or me if he finds out?"

I thought, 'Timothy, look. When you set up that mental barrier for her, that vow was the only thing remaining between us. The consequence was that all the suffering I endured before my death would be etched tenfold into your body.'

Just before the warriors lifted him from the hall, the excruciating pain subsided briefly.

With the last ounce of strength in his body, Timothy issued a mental-link command to all the members of the pack. "Go find her! Find Leah now! Immediately!"