Sabrina, Georgie is my husband. I hope you stop trying to catch his attention.”
“He’s already told me everything–how you forced him into being with you. No wonder a love begged for turns out so fragile.”
“Be smart and leave the Celestial Moon Pack.”
My nails dug into my palms so hard they broke the skin, but I kept my face calm.
“Luna Daisy, I have no plans to resign. You are not my superior and have no authority to fire me.”
Luna Daisy didn’t get angry. Instead, she smiled, crossing her arms.
“Oh? Is that so? How about we make a bet?
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Let’s see how yoyoerend up being driven outu ththe Celestial Mocoon Pack.”
lg Ignoring her, dresescorted her out.
ThThat same day, lytoldalAlpha Georgie about th the incident.
ToTo my shock, not only didid he not believe me bubut he turned the situationon back on me.
“I’VEve already told you I’ll divovodecher. Why cacan’t you let it go? And now yoyou’re making u susuch an absurd story to trickobede.”
“Shshe forced you to resign? Logicadally spepeaking, even if she becomesdsulnanahshe hasasono authority over your positionat at the hospital! How could she possibly contratol your gaceteer? Let alone Daisy being such a kind plepsosonchow could she ever drivewoyou out of thehea@elestial Moon Pack?“?”
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“Sabrina, stop causing trouble. Right now, I just want to grow the Celestial Moon Pack. If you can’t help me like you used to, at least don’t make things harder for me, okay?”
I hung up the phone, pulled off the ring from my finger, and tossed it into the cabinet.
Alpha Georgie was right–it was time to focus on work.
Matters of the heart would have to wait.
Over the years, I had let my career stagnate, too distracted by him.
Now, I poured all my energy into a new research project–focused on the treatment of PTSD.
4/10
This idea was born from my years with the wolf pack’s military, participating in various battles, large and small.
I learned so much from them, watching how they selflessly fought to protect their packs.
But as peace agreements were reached among the wolf packs, many soldiers retired, only to find post–war life wasn’t as easy as they’d hoped. Many veterans developed PTSD, struggling to integrate back into pack society. I wanted to help them.
In the days that followed, Alpha Georgie never contacted me, nor did I reach out to him.
Occasionally, on packhouse inspection days when the hospital sent us to assist, we crossed paths in the training grounds.
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But we merely brushed past each other likeke strangers–not even acquaintances.
Finally, the day of my PTSD research reportert presentation arrived.
Yet, the president of the Werewolf Medical Committee slammed the table in fury.
My research report was identical, word for word, to the one submitted by Luna Daisy.
Facing their accusations, I wasn’t nervous. My medical expertise far surpassed that of someone like Daisy, an amateur.
But no one in the room believed me.
They handed me a phone. Luna Daisy had been posting daily updates on her research report’s progress on Instagram.
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Everyone in the ppokk had witnessed thehe entire development of her report.
Suddenly, a torrent obfinsults and ridiculete rained down on me.e.
I bypassed the crowd, dokking eyes with Alpha Georgie at the backk of the room.
He deliberately avoided myygaze, confirming my suspicions.
The only person in the world whbdknew my computer password was Alpha Georgie.
Even the password itself was his birththday.
With the evidence laid bare, the presisident of the Werewolf Medical Committee issued a public reprimand against the hospitaball I worked at, and the director demoted mee.
7/1010
Ignoring the noise of the conference room, I pushed through the crowd to Alpha Georgie, grabbing his chin to force him to look at me.
“Alpha Georgie, do you think I plagiarized too?”
I caught the hesitation in his eyes, but ultimately, he nodded.
“Yes.”
I let out a bitter laugh, releasing him.
As I turned away, my eyes burned red with unshed tears.
Seeing me like that, Alpha Georgie softly called my name, but I didn’t stop.
I left the presentation without looking back.
8/10
After that dayay, my colleagues at the hosp began to dististance themselves from mene
No one wanteded to be associated with a a “plagiarist” or a “a homewrecker.”
I didn’t mind. I threwewmyself into my work shshuttling between thehe office and the opoperating room.m.
BeBeing demoted was finene–ebcould climb b upup, little by little.le
ThThen one day, the directorththrew a compl lettetter in my face.
SoSomeone accused me of perfoforming surg undeder the influence of alcohol,deaeading to medeclical accident.
AtAhaat moment, I felt like my mind shapapp
It was clearly English, but I couldn’t comprehend a single word.
“Director, you must be mistaken. The patient had congenital hypertrophic cardiomyopathy. They were already critical when brought in.”
He said nothing, instead calling in a witness -the anesthesiologist for that surgery, Audrey–Daisy’s best friend.
“Director, she’s Luna Daisy’s friend. Daisy and I have a long–standing feud. She could be framing me!”
“Enough!”
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