ปราบรักวิศวะเลว (เซนเตอร์xน้ำอิง)

A pale figure lay on the floor too weak to move nor make a sound, cobwebs displaying art of untidiness among the thick layer of dust on every piece of furniture indicating how neglected she has been left to the hands of death. 

Emelia looks up at the shimmering moon navigating through the dancing curtains swaying to the rhythm of the night breeze.

 It was dark a time every creature within the deep dark forest revisited the bosom of their homes to rest their weary bone yet there was no sign of sleep,

 her body was on fire making her moan time and again from the shredding pain of the poison fed to her by her husband and his first love. 

Beauty was not a standard she did not meet. Sweet soft lips, smooth skin as soft as a baby’s butt, slender hands, and legs fit for nothing but a model of high demand. With everything, why didn't he want her?

So much was to be said, yet her lips burned from the wounds caused by the acidic substance fed to her. 

“Why isn't she dead yet?” her husband's desperate voice echoes all through the hallway. Emelia could hear the approaching steps of Clair Anderson, unfortunately, her body was too weak to make a run for her death.

 She needed not to be told what time it was as Clair walked in with a glass of milk. For 5 months she has drunk from this same glass. Drinking from the glass of her death it had been nothing but milk until today. 

“Why are you taking so long? Die already”.. Clair nagged, kicking Emilia's stomach so hard she curled up instantly. painful moans escaped her breath she could only gulp down the poisoned glass of milk as her husband's lover forced it down her throat.

 “There you go, if I were you, I would hurry up and die already before you're put in a casket alive” Clair warned walking away. Emelia wanted nothing but to die, it was no empty threat and she knew it. She watched the door close behind Clair. 

“I was a fool for love... I loved him and gave him everything including my position as heir of the Zorah Empire.

 Now here I am wallowing in the pain he caused me with no one to turn to, my heart bleeds not for the love I showered on him but for the legacy I was entrusted to by my parents. The only trace of my existence I have handed to my devil of a husband.” Emelia laments inwardly. 

5 years of marriage, years of loving yet he chose another, 5 long years of pain and resilience all to him and he turns his back when she needs him the most if only time could be controlled.

 “You married me for my company, you took me as a wife to please your father the alpha, now you've gotten all and here I am nothing but squeezed-out chaps. I am cast to the road like cheap fabric... Indeed I have been a fool for love” Emelia laments bitterly.

 The pain from the poison reeking through her veins, she could feel herself gradually falling into the cold hands of death. She dared not cry because her predicament was caused by no one but herself. “Your funeral is in procession” the words of Clair echo deep in her head.

She had been stubborn, turning down everyone and giving all to a man who deserved nothing. Throwing away the art of designs passed down from generations. 

She gave away the business she was trained in and nurtured to take over for love, and in the end, here she is gradually falling into the embrace of death with no one to turn to. 

She forced herself to be the ideal woman for his sake, cook, clean, Never complain, obey your husband, smile before the pack, and carry out Luna's duties without complaints. 

She was wearing a smile at all times and events but her reward was demotion to a concubine and the Luna title snatched away. He dared marry another when all was drained, the one his heart wanted, and yet she is his destined mate. 

Emelia laughed in the face of her fate, certainly the moon had made a mistake pairing her with him. 

Fated mates ought to be the only ones, but she never looked her way twice. Emelia lay on the cold floor, her body slowly going numb, her hands and legs wouldn't listen to her no matter how much she tried moving. 

If only she had known the diagnosis of cancer was nothing but a ploy 5 months ago. Her death was long predicted and documented, every symptom was backed up with evidence, and now it was all nothing but a sham. A scheme well planned.

”Your name makes you relevant,” he once said, she was a fool to have trusted a man who lies even about the weather. 

Emelia could only reminisce about the painful past and how he had fluent her all over the pack as his luna, they were fated mates but she loved him even before the mate bond activated on her 20th birthday. Oh, a union made in heaven was how she described their love.

 The only heir to the Zoral Linage, the most powerful all over the Snowfall pack and beyond. the most powerful after the ruling clan. Emelia closed her eyes, memories playing in her head like it all happened hours ago. 

A marriage alliance was how it all began, choosing between his elder brother and him, she had gone for the son who looked kind with a good reputation. A beautiful personality was the beginning of her predicament, she dared not settle for the Dante of the family, a famous playboy, so said the rumors. 

5 years down the line and here was her end, “time” With her last breath she whispers. If only she could live again, she would be smarter, be happy, and not live for a man, she would not choose him.

 “If I could live again, I would never Marry Mark Camfrey '' Dark clouds covered the mansion buried deep in the forest, a fragile beauty breathed her last. 

Such a kind and gentle soul, her loss was not only felt by the weather, but the animals of the forest hallowed and mourned for a soul so carefree, yet none of her kind felt the pain of losing her except for the longing eyes from a distance.