Is She Dead Or Not

"Please… please… don't kill me…" She mumbled, with a hoarse voice from crying, tears flowing down the corners of her eyes. Her clothes were soaked with sweat as her body involuntarily wiggled from side to side, struggling to put an end to this nightmare by waking up.

She endured brutal torture from both of them. No matter how much she pleaded with them, they wouldn't let her go. Her endless cries for help were in vain. No one came to save her. She was at their mercy.

Just when the pocket knife was embedded in her body, her eyes widened in shock.

“Noooo!" Her eyes flew open. Almost immediately, she sat up. With widened eyes, she struggled to catch her breath.

When she could finally breathe properly, she shifted towards the bed frame and laid her back on it.

She looked down at herself and the bed. Then she scanned the room skeptically. Once again, the room she was in was different. And she was in a different cloth: a loose pink gown.

She flexed her body to check for the fatigue and pain she felt before. Her body felt refreshed. She was so refreshed that she was surprised.

Isn't she supposed to be dead by now? She should, right? First, she was poisoned by her personal maid, Lina. The poison seemed to be very potent as it had left her powerless.

Judging by the instant excruciating pain that hit her when Castro uttered the words of rejection, it was enough to kill her slowly.

And from the way Castro and Aurelia spoke, it seemed like they had everything well planned: from her abduction to taking over the throne and to eliminating her. And she knew that they wouldn't just change their minds and let her go just like that.

She concluded that she was dead. Perhaps this place was the great beyond she had heard about.

It was said that after the death of werewolves, the Moon goddess allowed their spirits to live peacefully in the great beyond. Especially werewolves who led a good life before their death.

After putting the pieces together, she suddenly laughed in self-mockery.

“How ironic!" She muttered.

She was killed and sent to the great beyond untimely by the two people she least expected.

The door of the room was pushed open. She turned to look. A middle-aged woman entered. When the woman saw Aurora wide awake, sitting on the bed, she paused and widened her eyes as though surprised.

With a beam, she turned around and left hurriedly.

Aurora frowned. What was going on here? Why was the first person she met after she woke up, running away?

She quickly decided to follow her. However, when she stepped on the floor, a sudden wave of dizziness hit her. She fell back on the bed, holding her head.

Within a short while, she saw three people walk into the room. She frowned and slightly tilted her head when she saw a familiar figure.

“Alpha Logan?"

Logan stood at the edge of the bed with Dylan and the middle-aged woman beside him.

He looked down at her with a smile. A smile that wasn't enough to show how relieved and happy he was to see her awake. He could almost feel his heart dance happily. He couldn't place a finger on why he was overly happy.

Dylan looked at him and shook his head slightly. Once again, he couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with Logan and why he had been acting out of character lately.

He cleared his throat and put on a smile, “Miss Aurora, how are you feeling?"

Before Aurora could reply, Logan gave him a sideways glance and instructed, “Dylan, go get Ron."

And he immediately left to get Ron, the doctor in charge of treating Aurora.

Logan turned to the middle-aged woman beside him and said, “Aunt May, please get her something to eat."

“Yes, Alpha." She left.

Logan fixed his gaze on Aurora and sat on the bed, a little distance away from her. “How are you feeling? Do you feel any pain?”

“What is going on, Alpha Logan? Did you die too?" Aurora asked in confusion.

Logan raised an eyebrow with an amused smile and responded, "Die? I'm not dead. Neither are you.”

"I'm not?”

"No.”

"How? How am I alive?”

“I happened to be present at the border that day. I rescued you from those men and brought you home with me.” He explained with an upturned lip as his eyes took in every bit of her reaction.

Aurora's eyes were fixed on his face as she slowly digested the new piece of information.

"I'm alive. I didn't die. I'm alive." She whispered repeatedly after a while. She then pinched her skin. The pain seemed to assure her that she was really alive.

“Yes, you are." He responded softly.

When she finally digested the information, tears gathered in her eyes, forming a bubble. And she allowed them to flow down her cheeks, sobbing silently.

Realizing Logan was still in the room, she turned her back to him. She closed her eyes, taking deep breaths as she tried to stop crying. But no matter how much she tried, they just came flowing down her cheeks uncontrollably.

Logan was thrown off guard for a moment. When he realized that she was crying, he quickly inched closer to her and patted her back awkwardly.

“It's okay, you can cry. I won't judge." He whispered, gently patting her back.

His words seemed to be encouragement as her sob grew louder.

After a while, she sniffed and raised her head. Logan handed her a handkerchief, which she accepted; she wiped her tears and turned to him.

“Alpha Logan, thank you for saving me. I owe you my life. But for you, I might really be in the great beyond by now. Thank you so much." She expressed gratitude in a hoarse voice.

“You don't have to thank me nor feel indebted to me. I only did what was right. I wouldn't let harm come to you if I could stop it.” He replied.

"Thank you. I really do not know how to show how grateful I am to you. I don't know how to repay you. Thank you so much. I'm grateful." She clasped her hands in front of her as she looked at his face.

“You don't have to…” he was cut off by the loud growl of her stomach.

At that moment, she flushed and averted her eyes, avoiding eye contact with Logan. Why did her stomach have to growl like that? And that, too, in his presence. It's so embarrassing!

“What would you like to eat?” He asked, hiding his amused smile.

"Anything will be fine.” She replied in a low voice.

"Wait here.” He said as he stood up, and walked out of the room.

Aurora watched him leave. Then she got into bed and rested her back on the bed frame.

A soothing feeling of relief and happiness washed over her. It felt great to still be alive after all she went through.

After knowing what it felt like to be at the jaw of death, she was grateful for a second chance to live. She will live well in this lifetime. She would make sure she doesn't repeat the same mistakes.

Her last words to Castro and Aurelia before she was taken away, echoed in her mind. And a cold glint flashed through her eyes.