Just because I forget to bring my mate's lover back—leaving her alone in the wilderness for three hours—he flies into a rage and throws me into an abandoned well in the desolate countryside. "You need to experience the torment that Belinda was put through." The well is deep and narrow, forcing me to curl up in my wolf form. I struggle to breathe. I plead for mercy and beg for forgiveness. However, all he does is tell me off icily. "Stay there and repent for your sins. You'll only understand the dignity required of a Luna once you learn your lesson from this." He orders his men to seal the well with a large boulder. I let out anguished howls and roars as I claw my way upward. However, I only fall back down over and over again. The walls of the well are covered in my claw marks. I continue like this until I can't make a sound through my parched throat. … Half a month later, my mate's heart softens when he sees the birthday gift I've prepared in advance for him. He decides to end my punishment. Unbeknownst to him, worms and snakes have already gnawed my body beyond recognition at the bottom of the well.
View MoreBelinda was executed, and her death was even more brutal—far more agonizing than mine had been. And yet, I felt no satisfaction from it. She had spoken the truth before she died. The one who had truly killed me wasn't her. It was Connor.…After Belinda's execution, Connor seemed to have lost all purpose in life. He abandoned his duties and spent his days wandering near the Starlight Pack, hoping to find where I had been buried.Harold had laid me to rest beside my father, but Connor was never privy to the location.Connor's proximity to the pack was a thorn in Harold's side, and the latter's disapproval of the former was well-known. But the respect owed to the Blackclaw Pack's Alpha meant Harold's vengeance had to wait. …A month passed. Having secured the Blackclaw Pack's tacit agreement about killing Connor, Harold finally made his move. He would end Connor's life.…Consumed by despair and neglecting his duties, Connor had become a liability within the pack; his pack w
For a full day and night, Connor sat in my room, completely still, staring at my diary. He didn't eat or drink. It seemed he was finally beginning to truly see me for the first time. When my words spoke of joy, he laughed. When they whispered of sorrow, his eyes darkened, rimmed with red. And by the time he reached the final page, he finally realized just how much I had loved him—how much of my happiness had revolved around him and how much of my suffering had been caused by him.Connor curled up on the floor, holding the diary close, pressing desperate kisses against its cover as if it were my face. "Clara, I'm sorry," he choked out. "I regret it so much. Please… Please come back to me… Come back to me, will you?"I sat beside him, emotionless, watching his agony unfold.What use was regret? Could regret bring me back to life? No. I wouldn't be moved by a murderer's tears.…The next day, Connor gathered the merchants who had traveled with us the night Belinda vanished an
Connor rushed back home, frantically flipping through my diary. Keeping a diary had become a habit of mine since I was six. When I married him, I brought it from my family home.With trembling hands, he found the entry from when I was 12. …December 17th The moon was bright tonight. I heard Connor's brothers bullied him and left him in the wilderness, so I knew I had to hurry and save him.I couldn't tell Dad. He would have stopped me from going to the southern part of the forest. So I went alone.…December 18thWas the forest always this terrifying at night? Luckily, I had finally found him. When I discovered him in the trap, his silver-white fur was coated in poison vine sap, and his golden eyes were dull and unfocused. He couldn't see.…December 23rdHe asked me who I was. He must have been ashamed, realizing a young girl had seen him at his weakest. So I disguised my voice and roughened it to sound like a grown man. He saw through it. He laughed. His laugh
Connor pursued Harold's carriage relentlessly until his wounds betrayed him. He stumbled, then fell, hitting the ground with a painful thud.Belinda hurried over to help him up. "Alpha, are you alright?"Connor looked in the direction where Harold and the others had gone, his face filled with pain. Then suddenly, something snapped in place. He turned to Belinda and asked, "Belinda, when I was 12, my brothers abandoned me in the wilderness again. I was poisoned by those damned toxic plants and lost my sight for weeks. "You searched for me alone in the dark for days, until you found me. And because of that, you developed night blindness."Connor's voice was quiet, but his golden eyes bore into her. "Belinda, was it really you who saved me back then?"Belinda's eyes shifted nervously. "Of course it was me, Alpha. Why would you even ask that?"Connor watched Belinda's face intently. Her discomfort became palpable, and there was a visible shift in her posture and demeanor.After a l
Harold's voice was low, like distant thunder, as he pressed the tip of his dagger against Connor's throat. "Clara's life must be paid for with your blood."Connor was caught off guard. He barely had time to raise his arm in defense before Harold struck again, his attacks relentless as a storm. Blow after blow forced Connor back. "You promised me," Harold growled, his voice laced with fury. "You swore you'd give Clara eternal happiness, and because of that promise, I helped you kill your two brothers!"There was a collective gasp from the crowd. Connor's two older brothers had died under mysterious circumstances. For years, their deaths had been called an accident, an unfortunate twist of fate. But now, Harold had shattered that illusion, revealing that Connor had orchestrated their deaths."Harold, stop making things up!" Connor barked, desperately dodging another strike.The next moment, Harold lunged, his claws a deadly arc targeting Connor's throat. Though he managed to def
Seeing Connor like this, Belinda's expression flickered with panic. She forced a smile and quickly changed the subject. She said, "You're just too kind-hearted. Even though you didn't love Luna, she was still your mate. It's only natural that her death would affect you."But I know you'll move past this soon… because you don't love Luna."Each word was deliberate. Calculated. Like a drowning man clinging to driftwood, Connor seized onto her reassurance. He echoed, "Yes… Yes, you're right. I don't love her. I couldn't have killed someone I loved."After several repetitions, Connor regained his composure. With Belinda by his side, he left the ice chamber and returned to the rhythms of his daily life.That day, Connor returned to his duties and rode along the pack's borders with his warriors when a sudden and powerful force crashed down on them—a presence so immense that the air itself seemed to shudder beneath its weight. His head snapped up.A group of warriors strode toward hi
When Connor finally accepted that I would never return, he drowned himself in alcohol.Sometimes, in his drunken stupor, he would curse my name, calling me a cruel woman for how I had treated Belinda.But more often, he would scream for me, stumbling into the ice chamber where my corpse was kept, pressing desperate kisses against my decaying flesh.Even I, the owner of that body, found it revolting.When his drinking began interfering with his duties, the elders could no longer stand idly by. They summoned Belinda, hoping she could pull him from his downward spiral.She arrived just in time to witness the nightmare—Connor clutching my rotting corpse in his arms. Her face turned deathly pale. A gag tore from her throat, and she doubled over, retching. "Alpha, what are you doing?"But Connor didn't respond. He just held onto me, drinking like the world outside no longer mattered.Belinda lingered at the entrance, horror flickering across her face. But after a long hesitation,
Aside from that brief moment when Connor saw my ring and let his sorrow slip through, he never showed grief again. Life went on as usual. He worked, he led, he ruled—unshaken, as if nothing had changed.But old habits betrayed him when he returned to the castle we'd once shared. He would instinctively reach back to hand off his coat, calling my name—only to be met with silence.Then, realizing I wasn't there, a flicker of confusion would cross his face before he recovered, as if the moment never happened.When the Blackclaw Pack's festival approached, his warriors brought him reports on the supplies and preparations. Frustrated, he waved them off. "Just let Luna handle it. Don't bother me with this."Then, seeing their hesitant silence, that same confusion flickered again. I understood his reaction all too well. When my father died in battle, I reacted the same way. There was only numbness, a strange sense of detachment whenever his name was mentioned. It wasn't until it happ
A chill ran down Connor's spine, his hair standing on end as he stumbled back in disbelief."Who… Who put this disgusting thing in the well?" His chest heaved, each breath sharp and ragged. "Where's Clara? Find her! Does she think she can escape punishment by tossing a fake corpse down there? Bring her to me now!"I couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of his words. My body was right there. Where exactly did he expect to find me?"Alpha… Luna is truly dead. Her corpse is already decomposing…""Lies! Do you take me for a fool?" Connor roared, drawing his sword in a fit of rage. And in one swift motion, he cut down the warrior who had spoken, his head hitting the ground with a sickening thud."If anyone else dares conspire with Luna in this deception, you'll share his fate!" His golden eyes burned with a dangerous gleam as he turned to his warriors. "I don't care what it takes. Find her!"Connor ordered the well to be sealed shut with iron and sent out his best trackers and hou
When Connor Turner saw the craftsman's gift, a thought crossed his mind—he hadn't seen me in a while. "Strange. Clara hasn't come to cause trouble lately. Did she finally learn her place?""Exactly. She was spoiled rotten. A little suffering will do her good."His warrior, Duncan Dixon, hesitated before speaking cautiously. "Alpha, Luna… she's still in that well."Connor's pen stilled for a fraction of a second, then resumed as if the words meant nothing. "I assumed she'd had enough by now. Let her reflect a little longer."Duncan looked troubled. "She hasn't made a sound for days. And there's a terrible stench coming from down the well. Do you want to check on her?"Connor remained indifferent. "She's probably faking it—pretending to be all pitiful so we'd let her out. Someone like her would do anything to survive. She's likely already skinned and eaten the venomous snakes in there. With all that blood and rot, no wonder it reeks."Duncan wanted to say more, but Connor cut him o...
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