Werewolf

Three Days Before My Death I Granted Them All Their Wishes

by AlphaGo

I was born with Wolf-Spirit Decay, and my family raised me like something precious, held carefully in their palms.My parents searched the entire continent for witch doctors. Every time I had an episode, they stayed by my bedside and never left.Until my stepsister Chloe was diagnosed with the same illness. Everything changed.She was afraid of the dark, so Mom slept with her.She said I bullied her, so Dad called me into his study and asked when I would finally grow up.When the only cure for Wolf-Spirit Decay—the Universal Red Potion—was finally refined, the whole family decided to give it to Chloe first."Chloe's episodes are worse than yours. This one goes to her.""Your illness has been stable for over twenty years. Just wait a little longer. The next bottle will come soon enough."But the alchemist had said no one knew if the next bottle would take three years or thirty.And I only had three days left to live.No one believed me. They thought I was jealous, acting out for attention.In the last three days of my life, I signed over the company transfer agreement. My parents praised me for finally being sensible.Even when my mate Damian proposed holding a Marking ceremony with Chloe, I didn't object. I signed the Mate Bond dissolution agreement. He was relieved that I had finally learned not to be jealous.I wonder, after I die, will they regret it?

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