The False Savior And The Luna's Death3 / 3

Chapter 3

With the signet ring gone, everyone knew I was officially powerless.

My once-busy quarters became as silent as a graveyard. The servants were all scrambling to leave and find work with the new favorite.

I knew many people were waiting to laugh at my downfall.

“Look at her now. She used to be so high and mighty, and now she’s just waiting to be kicked out!”

Alaric had protected me so well that I used to think I was fearless. I never knew how much words could hurt.

Now, I was afraid.

I was afraid of hearing how much Alaric loved Seraphina. I was afraid of the long, lonely nights. Mostly, I was afraid he truly didn't want me anymore.

The servants avoided me like I had the plague.

Only Elara still came to see me. She told me she could arrange for me to escape the pack territory. She asked if I wanted to leave.

I told her no.

I wasn't ready to give up yet.

However, my health was failing fast.

I grew paler and weaker every day. I eventually became so frail that I couldn't even leave my bed.

Then, one morning, I coughed up a thick spray of blood.

Elara checked my pulse. I felt her fingers trembling against my wrist.

Her voice cracked as she spoke. “Your pulse is too weak. Your lifeforce is drained… You don't have much time left.”

I had suspected as much, so I wasn't surprised.

“How long?” I asked softly.

Elara’s hot tears fell onto my hand. “If everything goes perfectly, maybe six months. But if you keep stressing your heart and soul… you won't last a month.”

I let out a dry laugh. What was the point of hoping for perfection?

A month. It would be over in the blink of an eye.

I never got to see the world beyond these borders. Now, I was going to die in this small, miserable room.

Elara’s eyes were red. “It’s because of those memory spells. They took too much out of you. And Alaric’s cruelty is finishing the job.”

I just wanted to find the memories that belonged to us. I wanted to feel that pure, childhood love again.

So, I didn't regret it.

I took her hand and forced a smile. “Look at you, getting all worked up. I still have a month. Maybe a miracle will happen.”

Suddenly, Seraphina walked in, looking as proud as a peacock.

Beside her was Alaric, looking completely under her spell.

They must have heard that I was confined to my bed.

“What about a month?” Alaric frowned, noticing how thin I had become. “I heard you were sick?”

Seraphina immediately pulled his attention back to her. She hugged his arm and pouted.

“Alaric, Evie is just using every trick to get you to visit. She even roped the pack healer into her little drama!”

She was accusing me of faking it with Elara’s help.

Sure enough, Alaric’s gaze turned cold.

“You’re right. She was fine a few days ago. How could she suddenly be dying?”

Seraphina gave me a wicked, knowing smile. “I’ve heard Elara is a genius healer. I’ve been feeling so weak from my years of suffering. I need someone to look after me.”

“Alaric, make Elara my personal physician. Please!”

I stared at Alaric, praying he would say no.

But I was wrong. She was his precious savior, and he would give her anything she wanted.

I felt a sharp, stabbing pain in my chest.

“Alaric, you know Elara and I grew up together. She’s the only friend I have left. I can’t lose her.” I begged with my eyes.

But Alaric turned his head away, refusing to look at me.

He didn't care about me anymore. Why would he care about a healer as long as Seraphina was happy?

But Elara was my sister in spirit. If Seraphina took her, she would take all her hatred for me out on Elara.

Elara would be tortured.

I had intended to wait for the truth to come out and make Alaric beg for my forgiveness.

But now, I had to swallow my pride. I begged him piteously. “Alaric, please. Don't take Elara away from me.”

I used the intimate name I used to call him, hoping to spark some old memory of love.