The Alpha NCL Star's Regret: Death Awaiting You, A New Life For Me!

CRYSTAL LAKE CITY NCL SPORTS INFIRMARY.

“You're the one who has twenty-five days left? I'm asking you so open your mouth and answer me!”

Neavah slowly took a deep breath and pointed to Titi Rose. "Who is she?"

Langston Hill stood beside Titi Rose. His arm was still wrapped around Titi as though Neavah had never existed. "She is Titi Rose."

“I know who she is," Neavah's voice trembled. Who didn't know who the slutty Omega of the pack was? “What I want to know is why she's standing beside my mate. Who is she to stand beside my Alpha Langston?”

Langston sighed, “Neavah, don't give me that tone and eyes like I betrayed you. You are dying and I just got to find out now—that is betrayal."

He sneered, then hugged the woman beside him even closer, "Titi Rose is who I will choose to be my new Luna. And if she is really carrying our pup then I will make the announcement as soon as possible."

"Langston, there can't be two Luna's in a pack," Neavah corrected, hoping he wasn't saying what she thought he was insinuating.

Langston curled his lips into a thin, snide smile.

"Come on, Neavah. Use your brains. She will be my one and only Luna."

“One and only Luna?” She gave a bitter laugh, “After nine years?”

Langston looked away.

For nine years, Neavah had stood behind him. She had cared for his health when no one was watching. In front of the whole world, she was his manager who managed his sports career publicly while secretly taking care of him when his body was exhausted.

She had arranged his training schedules, handled his health appointments, and protected his reputation by denying they were mates outside their pack whenever she was asked. And whenever Langston needed someone, she was there.

But their relationship had remained hidden within his very small Pack. She had accepted everything because she believed one day he would finally acknowledge her properly.

Now she understood that day might never come.

Langston looked at her coldly, “You have twenty-five days left. So why waste time acknowledging the dead?”

Neavah's fingers tightened around the report, “So that's your reason? You're abandoning me because you think I'm going to die. Or no. You just needed a reason to abandon me for a long time, and now this is it. Isn't it?”

Langston said nothing.

Titi stepped closer to him. Neavah looked at her, “And you?”

Titi lowered her eyes, “I didn't ask him to leave you, Luna Neavah.”

Neavah almost smiled, “But you're still standing beside him even when you know I am his Luna.”

Langston's expression hardened.

“Enough!"

Neavah stared at him, “Then what happens to me?”

Langston reached into his pocket and pulled out a document. He held it toward her. “I arranged a place for you.”

Neavah looked at the document, “What is this?”

“An abandoned house in the far north.”

Her eyes widened, “You want me to go there?”

“You need somewhere to stay while you walk into the hands of death.”

“You're sending me away to die?” Neavah stared at him in disbelief. Her heart sank.

After nine years of standing beside him, this was what she had become to him. A problem he wanted removed. Neavah's eyes filled with tears,

"Langston…I stood beside you when you had nothing. I became your secret caregiver. I managed your entire sports career in public.” Her voice broke, “Why are you doing this to me?”

Langston looked away, “Because I have chosen Titi.”

Neavah closed her eyes.

For a moment, she said nothing. Then she opened them again. “You should at least acknowledge our bond.”

Langston frowned, “What are you talking about?”

“You know what I'm asking.”

She took a slow breath. “If you truly intend to leave me, then at least stop hiding what we are. Take me to bed, put a mark on me, claim me as your mate. Let the pack know that I stood beside you for nine years.”

Langston's expression became cold. “No.”

The single word shattered whatever hope remained inside her. “You won't even acknowledge me?”

“No.”

Titi moved closer to him and Langston took her hand while Neavah watched them.

She finally understood. Langston had already chosen and he had chosen Titi. He had decided that she was no longer part of it.

Langston turned away, “Go to the house in the north, and don't come looking for me.”

Then he walked away with Titi.

Neavah watched them disappear as the hallway became quiet. She slowly looked down at the medical report in her hand. Her tears finally stopped.

She unfolded the report again as her eyes moved across the results, then she smiled faintly.

The patient whose blood had been contaminated with Purple Wolfsbane was not her, Neavah Knox. It was Langston Hill—Him!

Her eyes hardened.

Langston believed he had just abandoned a dying woman. But he had no idea that he was the one dying, and the woman he had rejected was the only person who could save him.

Neavah was not simply a sports-health manager and assistant healer. She was the successor of the legendary Moonlight Healer bloodline—the very bloodline capable of curing Purple Wolfsbane poisoning.

Neavah folded the report carefully.

She looked toward the direction he had disappeared. Her voice was calm, “You're the one left with 25 days to live, Langston Hill, not me.”

And as for her, she wasn't going to any abandoned house to die. She was going to take her time to decide whether the man who had just abandoned her—her mate—deserved to be saved or not.