Chapter 2
I stumbled back into the wolf house, my mind a hazy fog.
The moment Dylan saw me, his smile froze, and he rushed over in a few strides.
“Maeve, what happened to your hand? Don’t move, I’ll get the first aid kit.”
The usually aloof and dignified Dylan knelt down on the floor, carefully tending to my wounds, his eyes reddening with emotion.
“Maeve, is it because you’re thinking about our pups again? I know it’s hard for you, but please,
don’t hurt yourself. I’m here, and I’ll always love you, no matter what.”
I looked at his pained expression, and for a moment, I felt a wave of dizziness.
Everyone called my pups monsters, but I didn’t care.
I only knew that they were my pups, my flesh and blood, my most precious treasures.
Losing them one after another had driven me to madness. I locked myself away, crying for them day and night, so desperate that I even took a knife to cut open my own belly.
It felt as though they were still alive, still nestled in my womb.
Dylan had been the same at that time, his eyes red as he bandaged my wounds, gently comforting
- me.
He had pulled me from the abyss of grief of losing my children, offering his tenderness to heal my broken heart, but now… it was all a lie.
He had turned my pups into monsters to please his first love. He had made them endure abuse and ridicule, all while using them as stepping stones to ensure his first love’s success.
And his mother blamed me for my misfortune, forcibly damaging my womb to the point where I would never be able to bear another child.
I couldn’t bear to look at his fake face anymore. I lowered my gaze and whispered, “It’s so dirty… truly disgusting.”
Dylan paused, his gaze falling on the delicate men’s watch in my hand.
This was the tenth–anniversary gift I had picked out for him earlier today, now covered with the dirt.
Ignoring his obsession with cleanliness, he put the watch on and said, feeling touched, “As long as it’s from you, I don’t mind the dirt. A quick clean and it’ll be fine. Thank you, Maeve.”
But what about you?
Were you still clean?
I looked at him again, my voice cold, “Dylan, when we bonded, you promised you would never betray me. Was that true?”
“Of course, you’re my mate. Why would I lie to you?”
His tone was gentle. As he reached for my hand, but I jerked it away.
“Then tell me, why are our pups‘ graves empty? Where are they?!”
Dylan froze, a flicker of panic crossing his eyes.
He looked guilty as he spoke, “Maeve, no matter what the pups were like, they were my flesh and blood. They shouldn’t be buried in such a desolate place. So, I took the liberty of moving them to the family tomb.”
“I meant to tell you tonight, but I never thought you found out first. I’m sorry for acting without consulting you, but I couldn’t bear the thought of them lying alone.”
Just as I was about to respond, his phone suddenly rang.
Dylan’s impatient expression softened as soon as he saw the caller ID.
He hurried into the bathroom and closed the door behind him.
I stood quietly outside the door, listening to the woman’s coquettish voice, “Dylan, we’ve just landed. Didn’t you promise me a candlelit dinner? You can’t back out now, or I won’t talk to you anymore.”
“Don’t worry, I’ve already made reservations. I’ll make sure my princess Liora is satisfied. I’m
coming to get you now.”
When Dylan came out, I had already returned to the sofa.
“Maeve,
there’s an emergency surgery at the pack hospital. I might be really late. I made seafood soup; please eat it and get some rest. Don’t wait for me.”
He kissed my forehead apologetically, turned, and left without a second glance.
