Chapter 140
Third–Person POV
Alpha Henry never expected Aubrey to smash the ring.
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He’d meant to give it to her. He’d planned to let the Miguel family adopt her as their foster daughter–so that even if he died, she’d live out the rest of her life safe, honored, and untouchable. But she shattered it.
That meant she hated him now. Completely. Utterly.
It was what he’d told himself he wanted–but the sharp taste rising in his throat said otherwise. It was like his heart had been torn wide open. Even death would feel incomplete now.
Still, Alpha Henry immediately activated his mind link.
“Send someone to take Aubrey home. She’s just an omega. She was already hurt in Stella Pack. Now she’s soaked through–she’ll get sick.”
The beta steward received the order and hurried to the estate gates, stopping Aubrey just as she was about to walk out.
“Ms. Aubrey, you’re drenched. Please–change into something dry before you go.”
Aubrey didn’t even look at him. Her expression was dark, eyes fixed forward as she walked faster, as if staying one more second would drive her mad.
“Ms. Aubrey!”
The steward panicked and moved in front of her to block the path.
“Okay, okay–if you won’t change, at least let me drive you. Just tell me where-”
Her eyes slowly shifted toward him.
Under the gray sky, the steward saw it–just around her ice–blue irises, a faint ring of red.
“Move.”
Her voice was cold, flat.
The steward didn’t give up. He lifted the dry clothes in his hands.
“Ms. Aubrey, at least-”
She snatched the clothes, turned her wrist–and threw them to the ground.
Rain soaked them instantly,
While the steward stood there stunned, Aubrey stepped right over the bundle and kept walking.
She didn’t want anything from the Miguel family. Not a car, not an umbrella, not even a scrap of their
kindness .
She thought about how she’d actually considered giving Alpha Henry another chance–and felt disgusted
with herself.
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No one knew how long she walked. The Miguel family sent another car to follow her. They offered a ride. Then an umbrella.
Aubrey stopped in the middle of the road and let the rain pour.
She wouldn’t move unless they left.
Fine. Let it pour. She wouldn’t die.
That stubbornness used to be buried in her bones. Now it was carved onto her skin–sharp, visible, untouchable.
The steward finally sighed.
Back when Ms. Aubrey still loved Alpha Henry, she’d seemed delicate. But even when he rejected her, even when others mocked her, she never backed down. That was when the steward knew–Aubrey had steel under her skin.
She chased the Alpha for eleven years. Endured her stepmother’s abuse. And still became one of the most gifted healers of her generation.
It was a shame.
Because the Alpha…
The steward blinked back the heat in his eyes. The Alpha was dying.
Then his phone rang.
The voice on–the other end didn’t wait.
“Get back here! Something’s wrong with the Alpha!”
“Yes, sir.” The driver turned the car around immediately.
“…But I thought he still had a month?”
The steward didn’t respond. Deep down, he already knew. Sᴇaʀch Thᴇ Findηovel.ɴet website on Gøøglᴇ to access s of novels early and in the highest quality.
Back at the estate, chaos had broken loose…
Alpha Henry was vomiting blood, Mariana had been dragged away and placed in isolation.
Somewhere in that haze of agony, Henry sensed the steward’s return. He reached out blindly–and grabbed his arm with eerie precision.
“She…” Henry’s voice rasped. “She…”
The steward gripped his hand tightly. “Alpha, don’t worry. 1-1 told the driver to take Ms. Aubrey to the hospital…”
Henry’s eyes shot open.
His violet pupils lost focus for a second–then locked on the steward.
“You lied.”
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His voice was broken and barely audible.
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The steward faltered. Then he finally said it–choked, trembling.
“Ms. Aubrey wouldn’t get in the car. We tried to give her an umbrella–she refused. She’s walking in the
rain…”
He didn’t even finish the sentence before Henry coughed up another mouthful of blood.
His face drained of color.
He looked like a man burning through the last drops of oil in his lamp.
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