He Took the Cure,I Became the Legend

I was attacked by Rogues on border patrol and severely poisoned by silver rain.

I dragged my burning body back to the packhouse, expecting my boyfriend of five years, the future Alpha, to save me.

Instead, Jason just complained that I was tracking mud on his expensive leather shoes.

He went straight to the medicine cabinet and took all three of our remaining magical healing potions.

I begged him to leave just one vial for me, as the silver poison was literally boiling my blood.

"Stop behaving like a fragile Omega," he snapped.

Then, he left to give all the life-saving potions to his Beta secretary, Chloe.

Her life-threatening emergency? She had caught a slight chill from walking to her car in the rain.

As I lay dying on the living room rug, I heard him mind-link her, promising to buy her a limited-edition sports car to comfort her.

The five years of love and loyalty I had given him instantly turned to dust.

He assumed I would just swallow the humiliation, thinking I was throwing a childish tantrum to get his attention.

But as my ancient White Wolf bloodline miraculously awakened to heal my ruined body, my heart went completely cold.

I didn't cry or beg him to look at me again.

I packed my bags, officially severed my bond with his pack, and walked right into the arms of my true Fated Mate.