로그인Chapter 5
Astrid's pov The laughter instantly died out the moment I rolled in, well except for Taylor. She was still grinning from ear to ear. "Astrid! I've been waiting for you to show up... What took you so long?" She asked like she wasn't aware who gave her the kidney. There was also a change in Taylor, the person I had grown up knowing to be pale and hardly energetic seem it to have warmed up in complexion her movements now fluid and free. Damien looked at like I was a ghost from his past, I sunk my teeth into my bottom lip and squeezed the wheelchair before relaxing and then I told Damien through mind link. "Would you prefer if we had this conversation in front of Taylor or in my ward?" He didn't respond, just kept staring at me like he could will me out of existence. "Make your decision fast, if you don't say anything in the next 2 minutes then–" "Taylor do you mind if I step out for a moment with Astrid?" "Of course not," She said massaging his arm while I was right looking straight at them, "she's your mate afterall, isn't she?" I turned around in a spin, unable to look at them anymore. Damien came from behind to help me push the wheelchair but I hissed at him. "I'm just trying to help," he said wanting to insist. "How thoughtful of you," I sneered sarcastically before taking control again and wheeling over to my ward. Once Damien joined me the excuses began to flow like water. "You know I was just about to come to see you–" "After 3 days?" I asked him my back turned he couldn't see how I was fighting back the tears. "Yes, I was just about to come over and–" "Damien you promised me..." I said trembling all over, "you promised me that if I went ahead with the surgery that you would forget all about her and focus on us, I endured all of that thinking that you would keep your word!" "Who said I wouldn't?!" His voice shot up. "Please..." He walked over until he was in front of me, gripping the wheel chair so I couldn't escape. "Taylor is going through a delicate time now that's she's recovering from surgery, she might suddenly relapse if I cut all contact out of the blue...the doc said that the last thing she needs is stress right now," My head fell. "Then what about me Damien? What consideration does your mate get? You still didn't come to see me in the past three days ..." "My goddess, are you still holding on to that?! I've apologized haven't I?!" He screamed in my face. "You haven't!" I screamed right back at him. "Fine!" He spat out and pushed the wheelchair with me on it three inches backwards and fell on his knees with a thud. "Please my majestic mate... Forgive this foolish Alpha for not abandoning a poor patient for your sake! It's all my fault..." The tears I'd been holding back began to bubble in the corner of my eyes, why must I put up with this? Why must I be shamed just for asking for love?! "Fine!" I yelled at the top of my voice with a violent sweep of my hand pointing at the door. "Go to your precious little patient, I don't care anymore! You can even build a shrine and worship her for all I care! Just get out of my sight you make me sick...ah!" The tears were now streaming down my cheeks, running like a fountain. I covered my face with my palm to hide my shame. He stood up, dusted his feet and sighed. "Astrid..." He called out my name like it physically hurt. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have yelled at you," he walked over, hugging me as I continued to cry buckets. "I'm sorry...I mean it .. please listen to me .."he pulled my palms away from my teary face. "I made a promise didn't I? But I should have been more specific...as soon as both you and Taylor are discharged from the hospital I'll forget that she even exists...I mean it," It was only that evening as he stroked my hair and promised to forget my sister did I realize just how pathetic I was. After years of groveling like an idiot for crumbs of his affection, I had to give up a part of myself for him to reluctantly think of choosing me. As for Taylor, all she needed was a smile (and maybe a few fake coughs ) and he'd be ready to give her the world on a golden platter. All she had to do was breath and he'd be showering her with compliments. I'm sure he kisses the ground she walked on when nobody was looking. But me, I guess he could begrudgingly pretend to like me for the rest of our lives. I can't believe I once looked forward to this, how pathetic. "Can you stay with me for a while?" I asked, knowing I couldn't embarrass myself anymore. He agreed helping me to bed, then he gave me a sheepish expression as he kept stroking my hair and soon his hands were exploring other parts of my body. "Damien..." I called out his name, horrified by what he was clearly hinting,"I just had surgery." "It will be a quick, I'll be in and out before you notice..." I sighed, giving up and letting him have his way. He was halfway through his climax when my stitches tore and I screamed out on my stomach, he confused it as me reaching my climax too and pushed my hands down going faster. "That's it baby, yeeesss!" I was bleeding and my screams were muffled as he enjoyed his peak for the longest twenty seconds of my life. By the time he was done, I'd lost too much blood, the world faded into darkness.Astrid’s POVI didn’t sleep that night.Not because I couldn’t.But because my mind refused to slow down.I lay on my bed staring at the ceiling, replaying the scene outside my apartment again and again.Damien’s face.The way his voice broke when he asked for another chance.And Sebastian standing beside me.Calm.Unshaken.Protective without even trying.My fingers curled into the blanket slightly.Seven years ago, if Damien had looked at me that way… if he had asked like that… I would have forgiven him instantly.I would have fallen right back into his arms like nothing had ever happened.But this time was different.This time I knew how that story ended.Pain.Humiliation.Loneliness.I turned onto my side and closed my eyes.Yet another face appeared in my mind.Sebastian.The way his eyes softened when he looked at me.The way he listened when I spoke.The way he noticed small things about me that no one else ever cared to see.A quiet warmth spread through my chest before I qui
Astrid’s POV The café had slowly become a routine. Not intentionally. At least… that’s what I kept telling myself. It started with coincidence. Then occasional meetings. Then conversations that stretched longer than planned. And somehow, before I realized it, it had turned into something familiar. Comfortable. Today was no different. The bell above the café door chimed softly as I pushed it open. The warm scent of roasted coffee beans and cinnamon wrapped around me instantly, easing the tension I hadn’t realized I was carrying. And he was already there. Sebastian sat at the same corner table by the window, long legs stretched slightly under the table, a black mug in his hand. His dark hair fell lazily over his forehead, and his sharp profile was turned toward the window as he watched people passing outside. But the moment I stepped in— His gaze shifted. Straight to me. Something warm flickered in his eyes. Not surprise. Not curiosity anymore. Recognition. And somet
Astrid’s POVThe café had slowly become a routine.Not intentionally.At least… that’s what I kept telling myself.It started with coincidence.Then occasional meetings.Then conversations that stretched longer than planned.And somehow, before I realized it, it had turned into something familiar.Comfortable.Today was no different.The bell above the café door chimed softly as I pushed it open. The warm scent of roasted coffee beans and cinnamon wrapped around me instantly, easing the tension I hadn’t realized I was carrying.And he was already there.Sebastian sat at the same corner table by the window, long legs stretched slightly under the table, a black mug in his hand. His dark hair fell lazily over his forehead, and his sharp profile was turned toward the window as he watched people passing outside.But the moment I stepped in—His gaze shifted.Straight to me.Something warm flickered in his eyes.Not surprise.Not curiosity anymore.Recognition.And something else.Something
Astrid’s POV The wind outside the house was colder than I expected. Or maybe I was just finally breathing again. The door closed behind me with a dull click, sealing off the voices of Taylor and her mother, but their words still echoed in my mind. We remove the problem. We send her away. I had heard those exact words before. Seven years ago. In my past life. Back then, I hadn’t been standing outside the room listening. Back then, they had said it to my face—with sweet smiles and fake concern. I walked slowly down the gravel path toward the gate, my hands tucked into the pockets of my coat. The night air smelled faintly of pine and damp soil. Somewhere in the distance, wolves howled softly. The sound used to comfort me. Now it just reminded me how lonely I had been. I stopped near the gate and leaned against the cold metal bars. Memories pressed in on me harder than I expected. The hospital room. The surgery. The blood. Damien’s hands on my shoulders as he promised
Damien’s POV The council hall had never felt this suffocating before. The stone walls, the long wooden table, the quiet murmurs of my advisors—it was all the same as it had always been. Yet tonight everything felt… wrong. Or maybe it wasn’t the room. Maybe it was me. I sat at the head of the table, staring at the documents in front of me, but the words refused to stay still long enough for me to read them. My mind kept drifting. Back to Astrid. Her voice. Her eyes. The way she had looked at me when she said the word divorce. A low cough from my Beta pulled me back. “Alpha?” I blinked and looked up. Everyone in the room was staring at me. Right. The meeting. “We were discussing Lucian’s troops moving closer to the border,” my Beta reminded me. I rubbed my forehead slowly. “Yes… continue.” But even as he spoke, I found myself barely listening. Because another memory kept replaying in my mind. Astrid standing in front of me earlier that day. Strong. Unshaken. Col
Damien’s POVThe council hall had never felt this suffocating before.The stone walls, the long wooden table, the quiet murmurs of my advisors—it was all the same as it had always been. Yet tonight everything felt… wrong.Or maybe it wasn’t the room.Maybe it was me.I sat at the head of the table, staring at the documents in front of me, but the words refused to stay still long enough for me to read them.My mind kept drifting.Back to Astrid.Her voice.Her eyes.The way she had looked at me when she said the word divorce.A low cough from my Beta pulled me back.“Alpha?”I blinked and looked up.Everyone in the room was staring at me.Right.The meeting.“We were discussing Lucian’s troops moving closer to the border,” my Beta reminded me.I rubbed my forehead slowly.“Yes… continue.”But even as he spoke, I found myself barely listening.Because another memory kept replaying in my mind.Astrid standing in front of me earlier that day.Strong.Unshaken.Cold.She hadn’t looked at m
It was astonishing how easily trust could be bought with the right smile.Damien had always been the kind of man who mistook softness for sincerity. He saw care where there was calculation, loyalty where there was leverage. And in this game, that flaw was my greatest weapon.The council chamber of
The moon shone lightly, with a scar—a scar caused by Astrid’s pain. Even the universe could feel something terrible is about to unfold upon Greymoon.Astrid stood at the end of the balcony, her gown glowing faintly under the moonlight. Behind Sebastian stood watching her silently He said nothing;
The letter arrived at dawn. It was sealed with wax and smelled faintly of lavender and smoke — the scent Mrs. Woods remembered from the night she’d last seen Celeste. She’d been too desperate to question it. Inside, the handwriting was soft and slanted, feminine, like someone trying not to be reco
Sebastian POVLate at night, when Astrid drifted into a restless sleep shortly after, I found myself watching her closely, listening to her breath, and every bit of sound she made broke me I wanted to protect her, save her, and stop her. I tried to tell her everything about the curse, but my fathe







