My sister Alpha Cynthia and I were kidnapped by enemies at the same time.
By the time Alpha Kennard arrived, I was barely alive, while my sister, who had handed me over to the rogues, was completely unharmed.
The rogues held us both and forced him to choose one of us to survive.
He looked at me with concern, but shouted my sister’s name.
The bullet missed my sister and pierced through my left arm, hitting the rogues.
I lay in a pool of blood, watching my husband and my sister embrace tightly.
“Choose your luna, or choose Alpha Cynthia, Alpha Kennard. You only have one chance.”
Alpha Kennard stood across from us, glaring angrily at the rogues
When he glanced at me with an apologetic look in his eyes, my already pale face turned even paler.
the rogues held both of us tightly, like we were his last shield, making it impossible for
us to move.
Next to me, Alpha Cynthia sobbed quietly, looking utterly pitiful, yet there wasn’t a scratch or speck of blood on her.
“Kennard, choose Sis. She’s your Luna, and you need to protect her……
ee to protect
“Even if I die here, it’s okay, she clutched her heart. “As long as you’re happy, Kennard.”
Her tears fell continuously like pearls, while I was too tortured to speak..
I looked at Alpha Kennard, hoping he’d remember our five years of marriage.
the rogues held claws to our throats.
“I choose Alpha Cynthia! Don’t hurt her!”
Alpha Kennard looked at me with pain and regret, though his voice was unwavering, filled only with urgency to rescue Alpha Cynthia.
I forced a smile, though it felt like a mask cracking under pressure. Two days of relentless torment in the rogues‘ den had drained every ounce of strength from my
body.
If not for the overwhelming dose of wolfsbane coursing through my veins, locking my wolf away and rendering me unable to shift, I wouldn’t be in such a vulnerable position.
I didn’t understand.
Why does my mate love another woman?
If he loved her so much, why didn’t he marry her in the first place?
If he loved her, why did he keep me trapped for five years?
Blood still seeped from my wounds, yet I felt no pain.
The rogues‘ claws pressed harder against
my throat, drawing a thin line of blood.
“This is it,” I thought. “I’m going to die because my mate is a complete idiot.”
I closed my eyes, ready to meet whatever came next.
“Bang!”
The expected pain came from somewhere else.
I turned my head to see my left arm pierced by a bullet, and the rogues falling behind me, looking at Alpha Kennard in disbelief.
The shooter was the person beside him, clearly acting on his consent.
Alpha Cynthia and I shielded the rogues, yet she was closer to the heart, but the bullet hit
5/6
- me.
Clearly, he chose to protect Alpha Cynthia again.
Blood poured from my wound, soaking into the earth. My legs gave out, and I collapsed.
Seeing this, Alpha Kennard moved to catch me, but Alpha Cynthia threw herself into his arms, crying.
“I was so scared, Kennard. I thought I’d never see you again.”
As my consciousness faded, the last thing I saw was medical personnel rushing to my side.
While my husband stood five meters away, comforting someone else.
