LOGINSabrina's POV"Of course you should be thanking me! If I hadn't made the brilliant decision to leave you with the Ironspike pack, do you really think you'd be living this high-class, worry-free life right now? You owe me your gratitude. Forget five thousand—even if I asked for fifty thousand, you'd better figure out a way to get it for me.""I told you, I don't have any money." I didn't want to hear another single word, nor did I want to look at her absolutely shameless face for a second longer. I turned around to leave.Adelaide grabbed me, holding on with a death grip.She squeezed out some fake tears, her eyes turning red as she began to sob. "Sabrina, I took out a loan from a mob's loan shark. If I don't pay them back, those thugs are going to beat me to death! Do you really have the heart to just leave me to die?""Then get your current mate to pay it off for you." I didn't even turn my head."That's impossible! That selfish bastard won't give me a single cent!"I stopped in my t
Sabrina's POVHearing that familiar, gut-wrenching voice, I didn't immediately turn around. Instead, I simply squeezed my eyes shut in sheer exhaustion.If this were the past, my werewolf senses would have caught the rancid stench of cheap tobacco and rotting casino basements rolling off her from hundreds of meters away.But now, with my body rapidly failing, even those primal instincts were deteriorating.I used every ounce of my strength to steady my breathing, violently shoving down the tidal wave of disgust churning in my stomach.Only then did I turn around and walk toward the woman who had single-handedly ruined my entire childhood.Beneath the dead, barren branches of an old oak tree stood a gaunt, unkempt woman.Her greasy, matted hair was haphazardly tied back with a faded rubber band, and the bags under her eyes were severely swollen.Her eyes were completely bloodshot from chronic sleep deprivation, and a half-smoked, cheap cigarette dangled crookedly from her lips.I walke
Sabrina's POVI never wanted to go to Alaska to see the northern lights ever again.Most of my despair simply stemmed from my own pathetic, delusional wishful thinking.I never should have harbored any expectations for an alpha who was about to belong to someone else.It was yet another sleepless night.With my life force rapidly draining away, I was no longer able to shift back into my wolf form to heal.I could only lie there with my eyes wide open all night, watching the sky outside my window shift from pitch black to dawn, watching that first glimmer of morning light get ruthlessly swallowed up by the pale red sunrise.I knew that for a werewolf, whose very existence relied on a powerful healing factor, this endless insomnia and my inability to channel my wolf soul were rapidly burning through whatever little life I had left.But for someone who was already dying anyway, returning to the Moon Goddess's embrace a day early or a day late made no real difference. In the end, it was a
Sabrina's POVThe overwhelmingly aggressive alpha scent radiating from Zander lingered in the air for a moment.Eventually, he followed me in with heavy, measured steps.Back in my room, I casually pulled a bag of potato chips out of my backpack.I ripped the bag open aggressively, grabbed a chip, and shoved it into my mouth.The loud, satisfying crunch of the chips between my teeth echoed sharply in the dead-silent room. It felt like this was the only way I could even begin to fill the massive, gaping void in my shattered heart.Zander pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing this, his already tight brow furrowed even deeper.If this were the past, this ridiculously controlling alpha would have snatched the junk food right out of my hands and ruthlessly tossed it into the trash can.Then he would scold me with that unquestionable, commanding tone of his, "Sabrina, stop eating this nutritional garbage."But now, he simply stood quietly in the shadows, staring at me without uttering
Third Person's POVSeven o'clock in the evening.Zander returned to the villa, carrying a beautifully wrapped gift box in his hand.Still carrying the crisp, chilling air of the border forests, he sat down on the wooden bench. Out of sheer habit, his gaze swept across the dimly lit living room.An omega maid approached timidly, carefully balancing a cup of black coffee. Zander took the mug and asked casually, "Is Sabrina not back yet?""Alpha Zander, she hasn't returned yet," the maid replied, keeping her head bowed.Her voice trembled with the innate reverence she held for her pack's leader. "She's usually home by now. I'm not sure if something held her up today."What could possibly hold her up?She was probably just throwing another one of her spoiled tantrums, giving her alpha the silent treatment like always.Zander leaned back heavily, pinching the bridge of his nose in exhaustion."Alpha Zander!" A shrill, whining shriek suddenly pierced through the doorway.He looked up to see
Sabrina's POVEvelyn closed the distance between us in her high heels, her well-maintained face twisted in arrogant condescension. "You're nothing but a homeless rogue. The Ironspikes throws you a bone to keep you from starving, and you actually think you're the master of the house? Who gave you the nerve to act so entitled?!"Evelyn was Zander's mother. From the very first day I joined the Ironspike pack, she had never liked me.In the past, she had held back her vitriol somewhat out of respect for Madison.But now that Madison was bedridden, leaving me with no one to protect me, Evelyn had completely cast aside any remaining restraint.Honestly, every time I came to visit Madison, I had to endure this kind of vicious verbal abuse from her.It was precisely because of her intense hostility toward me that five years ago, when Zander came of age and took over the Ironspike pack, he brought me with him and moved out of this estate, settling into his own private villa.If this were in th







