The Alpha’s Obsession, the Luna’s Rebellion

I did not know how to swim. I struggled with all my strength, but Luneth pushed me under the water.

The freezing pools water filled my lungs and stomach. I could not breathe.

Luneth was good at swimming, just two kicks from her, I was dragged down into the depths.

Just before I lost consciousness, a memory from my school days rose up in my mind.

On summer, when I was ten cycles old, Luneth kept picking on me. She shoved me into different pools and stood still, watching me struggle for breath with a dark, satisfied gaze. It sometimes brought her pleasure.

I went home and begged my father to have one of his special warriors teach me how to swim. Too bad, he ordered him to teach Luneth how to swim too.

As soon as Theros heard about it, he volunteered himself and convinced Ronan to teach us to swim.

But at the pool, he gave his attention and patience to Luneth. He only treated me indifferent and impatient.

I only stood by the pool and watched him teach Luneth over and over again.

When I opened my eyes, I was already in the healer’s den, surrounded by the murmurs of the healers.

"She's still in semi-conscious state and she needs to undergo surgery immediately, but we need someone to give approval. Any clue?"

"Where is the one who took her here? Was he not her pack?"

"The one who took her here was a stranger. He doesn't know her."

My head was dizzy and my sight was blurred, but I still forced myself to press for emergency call on my crystal communicator.

The call went through to Theros, but Luneth picked up, her voice shaking with tears. "Theros, it's ... Ayleth calling. You ... should ... pick it up."

His rough breathing sounded loud in my ears. "Ignore her. She just fell into the water. What could be so urgent?"

In the next instant, the call was cut off.

The healer hesitated, troubled and unsure how to respond.

I slowly reached for the approval parchment and signed my name with trembling hands. "It’s fine. I will bear the responsibility myself."

It was only after three days that I finally regained full consciousness.

The healer's helper stayed beside me and said, "Thank the Moon Goddess, you finally regained consciousness. You have been here for three days, yet no one from your pack has come."

My crystal communicator buzzed. It was a post Luneth had sent to me on purpose.

[Just a minor cold, yet you brewed medicine for me yourself and stayed by my side for three days.]

The picture showed Theros standing in the kitchen, carefully brewing the herbal.

I did not need to see his face to recognize him.

"I have no pack."

He was not my mate. He was my enemy.

Theros truly hated me for a full decade.

A sharp pain gripped my chest. I took a deep breath and dialed an emergency call. "Hello, I want to report an attack. Luneth Wildbriar tried to drown me."

It took only ten minutes for Theros to storm into my healing chamber.

Anger showed on his face and the smell of brewed medicine lingered around him. "Ayleth, did you call the hunt patrol?"

"Yes. I have already submitted the viewing crystal footage. The evidence is undeniable."

Theros stepped closer and gripped my chin roughly. "Ayleth, you are still as cruel as ever. She is your sister. She has just recovered and you are already trying to ruin her?"

Then, as if coming back to himself, he released me with clear disgust and took a cloth to wipe his hand clean.

Yes. He always used his so-called mysophobe to keep away from me. Even if he stayed in the same space as me for more than half an hour, he would cleanse the entire room with herbs. I could not stop myself from laughing, tears running down my face. "Theros, I have been lying here for three days with pneumonia! I nearly lost my life!"

Theros turned his face away, uneasy, but still scorned. "You look perfectly fine now. Stop acting. Luneth was ill for three days as well. She has already suffered enough."

"I have already told the hunt patrol to close the case on my way here. I am your mate. This is something I can deal with."