After Death Werewolf Short Stories & Mate Regret Novels

To save my family, I was dying of silver poisoning, my fiancé Marcus, the Alpha who had promised to never abandon me, now wanted to harvest my healthy kidney for my parents' adopted daughter, Celeste. Nobody cares if I live or die So I refused the conservative treatment plan. I injected myself with the witch's life potion. The price? In 72 hours, I would die from complete organ failure. In those three days, I gave my private healing center—the one I'd built with my own hands—to Celeste. Mom and Dad beamed with joy. "Good girl, you've finally grown up. You're taking care of your sister now." Marcus wanted to postpone our wedding to care for Celeste. I accepted it calmly. He praised me for finally being understanding. I even gave up my position as the pack's chief healer to Celeste. My parents and Marcus were so excited they planned to throw her a grand celebration ball. They invited every important person with status in the pack to honor her new role. I was just curious about one thing. After I died, would they shed a single tear for me?

My adopted sister, Monica, was fooling around when she accidentally started a fire at the border. I tried to protect her and was struck by a falling beam, leaving me with severe internal injuries. Yet no one paid me any attention. Monica had suffered only a few minor scrapes, but Leo, my mate and the captain of the patrol team, held her protectively in his arms. My dad, the Alpha of our pack, even offered her the only ambulance available. Monica was a vulnerable Omega and the orphaned daughter of one of Dad's most capable former subordinates. If he rescued his biological daughter first, the pack members might accuse him of favoritism. Enduring the pain, I explained that I'd been injured by silver a few days ago and had temporarily lost my ability to heal. Dad merely glanced at me and immediately decided I was lying to win his affection. "Winnie, it's been ten days since your last mission. Even if you were injured, you would've healed by now." Leo looked at me coldly. "Stop making a scene. A minor injury like that is nothing for you. We'll come back for you in a bit." Monica grabbed Leo's hand and cried out, "Leo, why don't you save Winnie first? At the end of the day, I'm only an outsider." Hearing that only made Dad feel more sorry for her. He stopped listening to my explanations and glared at me sternly. "If only you were half as considerate as your sister! Stay here and reflect on your behavior. The ambulance will come back for you after dropping her off." I opened my mouth, but I immediately felt blood gushing up from my throat. Leaning against a charred, broken beam, I slowly slid to the ground. I was acutely aware of my life slipping away. I wouldn't live long enough for them to come back.