Chapter 3
I collapsed to the ground, my eyes meeting theirs. In their gazes, I saw how pitiful and broken I had become.
Blood slowly dripped from my palm, the deep cuts Carol had left were the last thing he gave me.
I had been an orphan since childhood, and it was Alpha Anderson’s father, the old Alpha, who had taken me in out of pity.
When I was bullied by rogues, Alpha Anderson had stepped in to save me, and it was him who helped me find my place in the pack.
I knew our status was incompatible, that we could never truly be together.
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But I never expected the Moon Goddess to designate me as Alpha Anderson’s mate.
For three years after our marriage, Alpha Anderson had been cold and distant. It was only after Carol was born that he started showing me the slightest bit of kindness.
“Are you alright, Miss? Do you need any help?”
A childish voice snapped me from my thoughts. A frail figure stood in front of me, dressed in thin clothes, trembling in the cold wind.
eyes
It was a little boy, about Carol’s age, his bright with sympathy as he looked at me.
“You’re hurt. Should I help you with that?”
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The boy, no older than Carol, acted like a grown–up as he carefully tended to my wounds.
“Merry Christmas, Miss. This is a gift. The Moon Goddess will bless you, driving away all your unhappiness and gloom.”
He placed a small candy in the palm of my hand.
The candy was wrinkled, with signs of having melted, clearly something the boy had been unwilling to eat, keeping it close in his hand.
How ironic. My son called a woman who destroyed our family “mom,” even going so far as to hurt me and distance himself from me.
Yet this strange little boy was showing me
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kindness.
By the time I came to my senses, the boy had already walked away.
Looking at the candy in my hand, I made a decision.
If they didn’t want me, I didn’t need them either. Without them, I would be better off!
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