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Chapter 1

My sister, Cherry Nicholson, called me nine times before she jumped into the sea. I didn't pick up once.Now everyone says it's my fault she's gone—even my fiance, my Alpha mate—Samuel Carver.He used to stay by my side through every painful treatment for my wolfsbane fever. Now, he shoves me to the ground like I'm nothing.His once gentle face is now twisted with contempt as he looks down on me and warns, "You don't deserve to be happy!"And truth be told, it isn't just them who believe that. Even I do.Since then, I've stopped going out, stopped dressing up, and stopped meeting anyone's eyes.Even when I run into Samuel holding hands with another she-wolf, I lower my head and walk past silently.But when the wolfsbane fever comes back, I drown in agony and despair. I decide to give my life to atone for what happened to Cherry.That's when they all start to regret it....It was drizzling when I headed to the infirmary.Allison Payne, the healer, was a kind-looking, middle-aged woman.

Chapter 2

My condition had actually started to stabilize when Samuel claimed me as his mate.When the wolfsbane fever was at its worst, I had no choice but to lock myself in a room. I couldn't eat or drink because every ounce of strength I had was already spent just trying to endure the pain.Samuel felt sorry for me. He took time off work and dragged me away on a long trip to distract me. We went from blazing deserts to frozen tundras.He proposed on a lavender-covered hillside.When he kneeled on one knee to slip the ring onto my finger, his expression was nothing but reverent."Sherry Nicholson, I'll stay by your side for the rest of my life."I used to think Samuel was my anchor. When the pain pushed me to the edge of consciousness, he was the only thing that held me back.When I was torn between the urge to die and the desperate will to live, he tipped the scale.He stepped into my life at its darkest, like a stream of sunlight, chasing away the pain and lighting up everything.But

Chapter 3

I told the maid to clean up the place. The photo frame was shattered beyond repair, so she asked if I wanted to throw it away.I just stared at it for a long time before shaking my head.After she was done, I got ready to head out to meet my friend, Alma Cooper. She had just returned from another pack and invited me to catch up over lunch.We met at a fancy restaurant.Soft music played in the background. As soon as Alma saw me, she pulled me into a warm hug.When she stepped back, she gave me a once-over. Her eyes were filled with confusion. "You look so worn out. I thought your Alpha was taking good care of you."I didn't say a word.She picked up on it immediately. "He's not treating you right, is he?"I changed the subject. "Let's not talk about him. It's been forever since we hung out."Soon, the food arrived.While eating, Alma launched into stories about her trip, complaining about the new werewolves she had met. She had me laughing halfway through my meal.I had just

Chapter 4

Before, whenever I cried, Samuel would hold me tight. That cold, distant Alpha would whisper softly to soothe me, just like Cherry used to.She always wiped my tears with a handkerchief scented with flowers and herbs. Then, she would hold me close and whisper gently, "Don't cry, Sherry. A face this pretty shouldn't be crying."It was such a cliche line, but I heard it for years and never grew tired of it.Now, no one in this world would ever comfort me like that again.…The pain kept swallowing me whole. Sometimes I would forget to take my medicine; sometimes I took too much.I started leaving scars on myself again.The pale marks on my wrist that were nearly healed a year ago were now covered by fresh, overlapping wounds.They looked vicious but weren't fatal.Eventually, I ran out of medicine. I didn't know how I got through it.I remembered gulping air like it could fill the hollow left by the missing drugs.I remembered staring at my reflection in the bathroom mirror. I

Chapter 5

The car sped down the road, but the face in that photo kept flashing through my mind.I had almost forgotten. Cherry was once so vibrant and so beautiful.But in the end, all I could remember was the hollow look in her eyes that day and the way she lay there, covered in blood, disheveled and broken.The blood beneath her had long since dried.There was so much blood. I tried to wipe it off Cherry with a handkerchief. It soaked through, and still, I couldn't get her clean.How could a person bleed so much?My white shirt was stained bright red, yet Cherry's face was as pale as snow.The weight of grief crushed me. I dropped to my knees, unaware Mom was charging at me with a savage expression.Not even the patrolling officers could stop her.She yanked my hair hard until my scalp burned. Then her relentless and brutal blows came."Why didn't you answer her calls? She called nine times! And you didn't pick up once! You killed her!"Her angry roar crashed down like a boulder tum

Chapter 6

After parking my car at the gates of the cemetery, I gripped the silver dagger and stepped onto the stone path leading up the hill without hesitation.The photo on the tombstone was silent and colorless.I used to never dare look at her for more than a second, always passing by in a hurry. But not tonight.Under the moonlight, the dagger in my hand glinted with a cold, metallic sheen.I didn't hesitate.The first cut landed on the thinnest skin of my wrist.The second traced the faint blue vein beneath.The third, I aimed at my chest.Bright red blood dripped onto the stone slabs, drip by drip. It reminded me of the wine spilled on the day Samuel and Jill dined together.Now, perhaps on the verge of death, I felt an unexpected calm. Even my heart didn't ache anymore.Suddenly, a loud smack jolted me.Before I could react, a tall man wrestled the dagger from my grip and kicked it aside.His eyes landed on my face. He froze for a second, then his gaze dropped to my bleeding w

Chapter 7

Mike dropped me off at an empty house and left me his number before he left.He said, "I don't know everything you've been through, but if you ever need help, you can call me."I nodded.The moment I turned my phone back on to save his number, the screen lit up with a storm of missed calls.Samuel and Mom had bombarded me with calls, one after another, as if they had coordinated it in advance.I saved Mike's number and shut the phone off again before tossing it aside.There was a thick journal inside Cherry's box. I sat at the desk, lit a lamp, and began to read.It was thick enough to take me four days to finish. And yet, it felt so thin because this one book held the entirety of Cherry's short life.Cherry and I were both raised by Mom, who had an overwhelming need for control.Our childhood was never warm. It was filled with shouting, punishments, and emotional cruelty.In that dark, inescapable time, Cherry and I were each other's only light. So it made sense that she had

Chapter 8

When I opened the door, Samuel was slumped on the couch like a wreck. The room reeked of alcohol, and the table was littered with overturned bottles.The moment he saw me, his eyes lit up. His voice was thick with disbelief as he called out to me, "Cherry, is that you?"When I didn't move, he lunged toward me and pulled me into a crushing embrace. He held me so tightly it was as if he wanted to fuse me into his bones."Thank God, Cherry. Thank God," he kept repeating it beside my ear."I'm sorry, Cherry. I was wrong."The once-proud Alpha now bowed before me, his back hunched low. His head rested on the curve of my shoulder.I struggled, trying to push him away, but he only held me tighter.I opened my mouth to curse him out, but I froze.A warm liquid slid down into my collar, trailing from my neck downward."Cherry…"Samuel struggled to suppress his trembling. His voice grew quieter with every word. "I thought… I thought I really lost you."Just as I was about to say somet

Chapter 9

I received news about Mom two weeks later.That day, I had brought Cherry's box with me to her favorite place—a field full of blooming flowers and fresh herbs.When I returned, I found out that Mom had lost her mind.I went to the infirmary to see her.Her hair was a tangled mess from yanking it out herself. She cried and laughed all at once. She would tell everyone she had two daughters—one gentle, and one lively.But as she spoke, she broke down again, sobbing uncontrollably. She kept saying she had ruined them both.While clawing at her hair, she hit herself over and over.I watched for a while in silence before leaving.After that, I resumed visiting Allison, the healer who specialized in treating wolfsbane fever. I went to her on a regular schedule again for a proper, science-backed treatment.I always went alone.Allison smiled at her monitor before turning to me. She said I looked better lately.I smiled back.She gently took my hand and gave it a light pat. "Sherry,

Chapter 10

Samuel was the one who had pieced the photo back together.He had pieced it together again and again, only to pull it apart each time, as if he never got tired of the cycle.In the photo, I was smiling brightly. But since the day we met, I rarely smiled like that. There was always a fog that never cleared between my brows.And back then, he had told himself he would help me chase it away because I really was beautiful when I smiled.When Samuel found out the truth, he told himself that he should hate me.But there was a split second of hesitation. It was that hesitation that made him feel ashamed. It felt like he was betraying Cherry.So he kept convincing himself that he had to hate me. He repeated it to himself until it calcified into truth.And then, he began to treat me cruelly. He told me to die, again and again.I never got angry, and I never fought back.But deep down, he knew that I was only hurting more than he was.He had seen me duck into corners to take my medicin

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