The Blind Alpha's Rejected Savior

a

hree weeks, I

toilets. I mopped the hallways. I washed the di

y was

he Wolfsbane combined with the years of si

the Alpha wing corridor. My

op

cket over. Dirty gray water spilled

, traitor,"

energy. I knelt down and started

t. I gasped, dropping the rag. It f

ng it," Jes

oset and curled up, clutching my Moo

n't cruel like the others, just indifferent. He dragged me to the

his face pale. "Your liver is shutting down. Your heart is op

rip surprisingly strong for a d

is fatal. I

t. "He thinks I'm a witch. If he knows I'm dying, he won't see it as a tragedy; he'll see it

hesitate

tting me thrown out before I see my brother is harm. Yo

yes. He sighed, defeated. "I'll give you somethi

ed much," I

bing the floor near the Beta's of

rd vo

oices. Mind-

ey can project their thoughts too loudly, like a radio left on high volume

h, came the Beta's mental voice. Keeping her hid

ourtland's mental voice

tland. She wants to come out of hi

e rag fell

ns

ing

its axis. My breath

na is dead. The pack needs to believe justice has been served

mouth to st

was

. My brother's childhood stolen.

for

ing in the West Wing, living in

hrough my dying body. It gave me

too

to die quietl