“I’m not like the others,” she said. “I’m the healer in the Alpha’s manor. Of course, I’d be different. I’ve seen this case before. Someone had been poisoning you in small doses. It doesn’t kill you right away, but it weakens your heart until it fails.”
“You mean… This burden I carried for five years. The reason why I couldn’t shift! It was all orchestrated by someone?” I asked, grabbing her arm. I couldn’t think of anyone who had been poisoning me for the last five years.
My parents might not be the best, but they still saw me as their daughter. It couldn’t be Andro, right? He truly did love me–at least before Stella came into the picture. There was no reason for him to do that. Stella–perhaps, but she had only been with us for a year. Who could it be?
“C-can you fix it?” I asked. “What can we do?”
“The Alpha can help. He knows how to fix it,” she flatly said.
Alpha Desmond would know how to help me? Even though we were mates, he hated me for what my parents did to his first mate. How could he possibly agree to help me? If anything, he might reject me and I wouldn’t be able to survive it with this heart.
“I don’t think Alpha Desmond would help me,” I replied, looking away.
“Why won’t he? I know his reputation’s bad, but he decided to take you as his luna. I’m sure he’d want you at your best.”
“He what?” I asked, my confusion written all over my face.
“Ah, right. You don’t know yet. It hasn't been officially declared. Only the people in the Alpha's manor knows. We were asked to treat you as if you're already Luna," she explained. It meant my parents and Andro didn't know yet. I wonder how they'd react to that.
“Why would he,” I muttered under my breath. It didn’t make sense. I thought he wanted me dead along with my parents and Andro?
I had a feeling that I was just a pawn in his game–a pawn he stole from his enemies. That would be the only reason why he’d want me to be his Luna.
Unfortunately for them, I was done playing the role of a pawn.
Desmond stepped into the room, making the healer scurry out. His aura was still as menacing as his features, but it didn’t intimidate me anymore. I guess that was one of the bond’s effects, craving his presence despite how dangerous it was.
His piercing cold gaze was fixated on me. I knew that if I asked him so casually about helping me find a solution for my heart, he would refuse.