Chapter 21
Pushing the door open.
There was Loren, locked in an intimate embrace with a woman on our wedding bed.
The woman was wearing my most cherished nightgown, laughing brazenly.
“Darling, you’re so amazing. Cupid’s surgery was all thanks to you, the woman cooed. Her hand wind down to his sensitive spot.
“For you, I’d do anything. Luckily, Rosy’s heart was a match.
I staggered backward, almost losing my balance.
Forcibly suppressing the overwhelming
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nausea and grief welling up inside me, I spun around and rushed out of the door.
Unaware, I found myself in a downpour.
How could I have been so blind? How did I let my daughter suffer? Stumbling home, broken, I met Loren’s panicked glance.
“Honey, you’re soaked. Where’ve you been?”
I glared, silent.
“By the way, I have something to tell you. Remember Aya, my college classmate? She’s coming back with a kid. She has no family. Maybe let her stay a few days?” he probed, gauging my reaction.
I caught Aya’s faint scent on him.
I knew his game, but I’d play along.
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“I will prepare a welcoming feast.” I said faintly.
A smile spread across his face.
“Thanks, honey. You’re so kind. I’m truly blessed to have you as my wife,”
I ignored him and marched straight to the
room.
In the corner, the photo album lay quietly, and my eyes were irresistibly drawn to it.
I gently flipped it open, and a picture came into view.
That day, Rosy, like many young werewolves in the Moonlit Pack, bounded off to the forest’s edge with her pack – mates to play.
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The wind, which was normally a gentle friend, suddenly shifted erratically.
The distant forest fire, which had seemed under control, now raged towards them with terrifying speed.
The young werewolves panicked and scattered in all directions. Rosy, rushed back into the inferno to find a lost friend.
By the time the pack’s search – and – rescue team, their fur singed and eyes wild with worry, found her, she was severely burned.
On the surgery day, desperate to save Rosy, I let them drain my blood.
Soon, darkness claimed me and I passed
out.
When I awoke, I felt the cold needle pierce
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my skin again.
They bled me not once, not twice, but five times.
With each draw, my wolf grew weaker, the room spinning.
Yet, my heart held firm: if Rosy lived, every drop was worth it.
Due to severely burnt, Loren told me that Rosy needs to implant an artificial heart.
From then on, Rosy was the laughingstock of the pack cubs.
One day Nook, that little werewolf cub, stumbled upon Rosy’s secret.
Nook’s eyes bulged.
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“Hey, everyone!” he shrieked.
“Listen to this! Her heart’s making a freaky noise, like a machine! She’s a total freak!”
The other young werewolves swarmed around.
“Gross, one of them spat.
“We ain’t playing with her no more.”
Rosy’s face crumpled, and she started to cry.
Nook, seeing he had an audience, got bolder.
He grabbed a pencil. “You monster!” he yelled, jabbing it at Rosy’s chest. “A machine heart don’t feel pain. You’re a demon!”
Rosy’s eyes filled with hurt, but she held back her sobs.
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“Why are you doing this?” she managed to choke out.
“I never did anything to you.”
Nook just laughed and jabbed her again.” ‘Cause you’re not like us. You’re a mistake.”
Later, I woke up in the hospital bed, my head foggy.
Rosy stood there, her eyes red and puffy. “Mom, what’s wrong? Why are kids laughing at me and all these tubes in you?” she cried.
Loren was there too, holding my hand. “Honey, Daddy will punish those who bullies. you, don’t worry Selina, everything will be fine.”
Tears fell on the photo I held, making it wet.
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“Rosy. We’re going to a new place.“”
“Great Mommy, are we going on a family
tour?”
“No, just we two.”
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