Todos los capítulos de Rejected By The Alpha Claimed By The Lycan King: Capítulo 91 - Capítulo 95

Day three. I have three days left. Maybe less. My body is shutting down. Can't eat. Can't sleep. Can barely move. Just pain. Just weakness. Just dying.Morning comes. They wake up. Find the notes. Read them. And I see it in their faces. Confusion. Suspicion. Doubt. The notes sound insane. "Help the dying stranger refuse cosmic manipulation." Who writes that? Who believes that?"Is this real?" Kai asks. Holding his note. Looking at me. Seeing the dying woman. Seeing the stranger. Not seeing Aurora. "Did we really write this? Or is this part of the manipulation?""You wrote it." I gasp. Every word hurts. Every breath struggles. "Last night. Before midnight. Before you forgot. You wrote it to help me. To remind me. To make refusing possible. Please. Please believe it. Please help me.""Help you how?" Damon approaches cautiously. Afraid. Suspicious. Manipulated maybe. "The note says refuse the Absolute. What does that mean? What are we supposed to do?""Just be here." I reach for them. We

Kai wakes up. Remembers Aurora. All of it. Two thousand days. Every introduction. Every conversation. Every midnight. Every forgetting. All flooding back. Overwhelming. Destroying. Breaking him. He screams. The memories too much. Too painful. Too real. Aurora introducing herself. Again. Again. Again. Two thousand times. Aurora loving him. Again. Again. Again. Two thousand times. Aurora losing him at midnight. Again. Again. Again. Two thousand times. And he forgot. Every time. Every day. Every morning. While she remembered. While she suffered. While she carried it all alone. "No." He sobs. "No, no, no. I forgot her. I made her suffer. I made her explain herself daily. I made her build our love from nothing every single day. For years. For two thousand days. And I forgot. I forgot her." Damon stumbles in. Also remembering. Also breaking. "She loved us. Every day. Starting over. Never giving up. Never choosing to forget us back. Never taking the easy path. She suffered. For us. For

One month since Aurora died. One month of guilt trying to drown me. One month of choosing to swim instead. I'm standing in front of an empty building. Downtown. Three stories. Perfect location. Perfect size. Perfect for what I'm building. What I'm creating. What I'm honoring. "The Aurora Foundation." I tell the realtor. "That's what it'll be called. A place for people suffering invisible pain. People enduring what others can't see. People choosing to suffer silently for those they love. A place for them to be seen. Heard. Helped." "That's beautiful." The realtor hands me the keys. "What inspired it?" "Someone who suffered invisibly for years." I close my hand around the keys. "Someone who endured daily heartbreak so others wouldn't have to. Someone who died doing what no one else could see. This is for her. And for everyone like her." I enter the building. Empty. Dusty. Abandoned. But I see what it'll become. Counseling rooms. Support groups. Resources. Help. For invisible su