In my last life, my Alpha deliberately got himself wounded while fighting a rival pack, all to boost the reputation of his healer mistress. Worried about his injuries, I convinced him not to travel for treatment, and it saved his life. And for that, he hated me.Reborn, I've decided to let him make his own stupid decision. Let them have each other."Go to the Moonridge Pack. Now."Damien's voice, as cold as a blade, came from the bed. A nasty gash from a silver dagger was torn across his leg, and blood was soaking through the bandages, but his eyes burned with a feverish heat.I stood in the doorway, watching the familiar scene unfold, a cold sweat breaking out on my back.Last time, Damien was just like this, stubbornly demanding I take him to the distant Moonridge Pack to be healed by Isla. But I was thinking of his safety. I used my own power to stabilize his wound, then forced our pack’s healers to treat him.But afterward, Isla’s reputation was in tatters. No pack would take her,
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