Mag-log inMy mate, Alex, had a childhood friend named Emily who was a healer. When she discovered that I was a highly sensitive person, she volunteered to put me through what she called 'desensitization therapy.' The first time, she told me I needed to learn to control my emotions, so she locked me in a noisy bar's storage room for an entire night. The second time, she said I needed to overcome my tactile sensitivity. She drenched me in ice-cold water and forced me to stand in the freezing wind for three hours. Alex was present every single time. Each time, he told her, "Thank you for all your hard work, Emily. I know how much you're doing for her." Then came the banquet, where she poured an entire vial of wolfsbane-laced potion into my champagne and announced that this would be my final desensitization therapy session. I clutched my swollen throat and collapsed to the floor. I couldn't speak or catch my breath. Alex merely frowned and said coldly, "Elena, this is for your own good. Just get through this one last session." Lying among the shattered glass, I closed my eyes and pressed the beacon badge I had never used before. When Dad finally burst through the doors, tears I'd held back for three years streamed down my face. It was time to end this.
view moreThe day before the Full Moon Festival, Dad told me about Emily's final sentence.She hadn't been executed.Dad had spared her life."Her grandfather kneeled before me and begged for four days," Dad said calmly while holding his cup. "Emily has now been stripped of all her healer credentials and privileges. She's been sent to a labor camp in the southern mines where she'll remain for the rest of her life."She later wrote a confession herself, detailing every prohibited potion she'd concocted, who she'd targeted, and the exact dates and times she'd administered the poison. She even included instructions for removing the remaining toxins from someone's system. However–""What do they want in return?" I asked."Her grandfather wants to use the mining rights and her confession to negotiate a ten-year reduction in her sentence." Dad glanced at me. "I haven't agreed or refused on your behalf. This concerns you, so you should decide for yourself."I was silent for a while before answer
Alex dropped to his knees at the foot of the steps. His knees struck the cold stone. He looked up at me desperately."Do you know what Emily told me before every treatment over the past three years?" I asked. My voice was calmer than I'd expected. "She said you agreed to it each time. Before every session, she'd come to you for your signature. You signed those consent forms 22 times."Alex's lips instantly turned pale."I begged you 22 times," I said. "And every single time, you told me to endure it a little longer."My voice didn't tremble because I'd spent three years rehearsing every word I wanted to say.I pulled my hands out of my fur cloak and held them out toward him with my palms facing up.I then said the words I'd never imagined saying in all those years."I, Elena Silvermoon, reject you, Alex Darknight, as my mate!"The moment our mate bond was severed, a fierce wind swept across the ground and carried swirling snow between us.Alex let out a heart-wrenching howl an
Lucas Greyhound stood by the window. It seemed like he had paused briefly during his patrol.When he saw me slowly approaching in my fur cloak, he turned to face me."Ms. Silvermoon." He lowered his head respectfully."What are you looking at?"He hesitated for a moment before pointing outside.I saw a gentle slope covered in snow. Beyond that was a pine forest at the edge of the tundra."The wind isn't too strong tonight," he said. "You can see the pine trees along the border. In another month, they'll start sprouting new buds."I followed his gaze and looked out at the hazy, silver-white landscape.Something suddenly occurred to me. "Did I meet you when I was little?"He froze for a moment, and the tips of his ears turned red."It was during the Full Moon Festival. You were riding along the border with Alpha back then. I was at the very end of the formation. You smiled in my direction when you passed by." He paused."I've remembered that smile for nineteen years," he added
"You've been asleep for three days." Dad's usually authoritative voice sounded exhausted as he spoke beside me. "The healers took turns treating you. It took three rounds of treatment to get all the poison out of your system."I struggled to turn my head and look at him, only to notice the gray at his temples."Dad, I'm sorry."He looked up. His eyes were bloodshot, and I'd never seen him look so haggard.His lips moved a little, but no words came out. Instead, he pressed my hand against his forehead.He then handed me a cup of warm water.I took a sip. The warm liquid slid down my dry, aching throat.At last, I found my voice again.I set the cup on the nightstand and asked, "Dad, what happened that night? What happened to them?"Dad leaned back in his chair and folded his hands over his chest.He watched me for a moment as if deciding where to begin."While you were unconscious these past three days, the royal guards interrogated everyone in the banquet hall one by one. Em












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