The Alpha’s Redemption: His sickened Luna

—LYSANDRA’s POV.—“You don’t have much time left.” Lyeon, the pack’s most trusted doctor reveals and I feel my breath hitch.“There’s no way to sugarcoat dying, Luna Lysandra, so I’ll be honest. Your wolf is fading,” I grip the sheets beneath me and look at the old man in front of me.“What?” I say, my voice trembling“There is damage to your bond with your fated mate," He says very carefully like I might shatter right there. "It's the prolonged betrayal from your mate, it has weakened your wolf bond beyond repair. And it will worsen over time and take everything from you if it continues.”Lyeon looks at me pitifully and it kills me. I hate sympathy. But lately I've been a magnet for it.I heave a breath, fluttering my eyes to shoo my tears away.It's no news that my husband of seven years, and Alpha of the Shadowmoon pack is severing our bond as fated mates by fucking his mistress.My marriage has been tragic since the very first day; and has become worse since Eliza Crowe showed

LYSANDRA’s POV—Henry’s face twists like I’ve personally ruined his birthday already. My chest hurts and my stomach drops. “Henry wh—“You’re too ugly,” he snaps, cutting me off, eyes burning as they rake over me. “You’ll scare everyone. I. Really. Don’t. Want. You. There!” He carves his words one after the other and it hits harder than any blade ever could.I stand frozen in the middle of my room, fingers still trembling against the soft red fabric stretched over my body. The dress suddenly feels foolish now. Childish and desperate.Henry points at me with so much disgust it hurts everywhere.“And Aunt Eliza is going with Father,” he continues. “She’ll be there as my mother, not you. She’s pretty and not like you.”There’s a look he’s giving me, one between pity and disgust. Eliza? Mother?. The word should belong to me.I carried him inside me. I nearly died bringing him into this world. I stayed awake through feverish nights holding him against my chest while Edric slept peacefu

—LYSANDRA——With my bags in my grasp. I look at the pack house one last time as the night draws nearer before taking a turn and finally leaving. This wretched house will never be missed.I should probably just set the pack house on fire, maybe that way I’ll do them a favor of even becoming families in their afterlife. I glare at the mansion for a while, thousands of memories flooding into my mental screen until I shake my head and make my move. As I wander more into the night, I decide to visit Dr. Lyeon and thank him.Even if everyone does. He doesn’t deserve to be left in the dark about me leaving.I knock on the door of his small wooden infirmary where I know he spends most of his nights sleeping on piles of research papers.It takes three good knocks before I hear the door rattle open to reveal him, looking as sleepy as ever.He studies me for a moment before tilting his head and letting me inside.“You’re finally leaving him,” is all he says, shocking me as if we’ve both planne

—EDRIC’s POV. 쇼 The main pack house is empty. It's so deadly quiet you could hear a pin drop, and the sound would echo a dozen times over. The silence feels like a death knell. I put all the servants on a mandatory break. Now, the house is a complete disaster zone, littered with smashed trinkets and ruined furniture. I just had to let the rage out. I was suffocating, and there was no way I could keep all that frustration locked inside. I had to destroy something. But I'm still livid; breaking things didn't do a damn thing to dull the edge. How dare she leave me? Who gave her permission to walk out on me, on her marriage, on her rightful place as the Luna of the Shadowbone pack? I knew she was irresponsible, but I didn't realize she was this selfish. Talking about dying and then fleeing—what a cheap way to run from her duties. And the absolute worst of it? She dared try to reject me on paper. Good thing it was just words on fucking paper. Actually speaking the rejection woul

—LYSANDRAI wake up with a stretch, the kind that truly does the body a favor.The rich, sweet aroma of licorice tea immediately catches my attention right before a soft knock sounds on the heavy wooden door of my chambers.“Come in,” I say softly.The door glides open to reveal Gemma, who walks in balancing a tray with two steaming cups. Gosh, it smells incredible.“Good morning, my lady,” she beams, her smile bright enough to instantly light up the room.“Good morning,” I reply, watching her set the tray down on my bed. “And as I always say, Gemma, just Lysandra is fine.” I shrug. “And my head remaining attached to my body is perfectly fine too! I would never dare call you by your first name. After all, you’re the princess and the next heir to the Ironcrest throne. Addressing you so familiarly would be equivalent to treason, and my family is all I have.”I sigh, shaking my head. She always gives me the exact same reply. “I’ll never get used to that.”“I’ll help you get used to it