Chapter10
Kael’s POV
Downtown Hospital, VIP Ward.
Kael sat by Selene’s bed, looking at her pale face.
“Those reporters were horrible,” Selene said weakly. “Their questions… they brought back all those terrible accusations…”
“No one will bother you again,” Kael squeezed her hand. “I’ve had my legal team handle the media.”
“Kael…” Selene’s eyes shone with hope. “Can you stay with me tonight? I’m scared to be alone…”
Her hand brushed against his chest, her scent a clear invitation.
But for some reason, Kael’s wolf felt a surge of irritation.
Clara’s pale face kept flashing in his mind, along with the scent of extreme weakness that clung to her.
“You get some rest,” he stood up. “I need to go home and take care of a few things.”
“But…”
“You’re safe here. The nurses will look after you.” Kael was already at the door. “I’ll see you tomorrow.”
On the way home, Kael stopped at a high–end dessert shop.
He bought a box of Clara’s favorite moonberry tarts.
It was her only indulgence. Whenever she was down, the sweet pastries could always bring a faint smile to her face.
For three years, no matter how busy he was, he always remembered to bring her moonberry tarts.
It was perhaps one of the few genuinely caring things he did for her.
When he got home, he found the villa eerily quiet.
“Clara?” he called out, but there was no answer.
Usually, at this time, she’d be in the living room reading or in the garden tending to her herbs.
The house was filled with the smell of antiseptic and medicine, but Clara’s faint jasmine scent was rapidly fading.
Kael’s wolf stirred uneasily.
“Clara!” he shouted, rushing upstairs to check the bedroom.
The room was neat, but the closet was empty.
Her personal belongings were gone.
He rushed back downstairs to the dining room.
Two items sat on the table.
The first was a small obsidian vial containing a dark red liquid and strange residue.
Kael picked it up. The familiar scent of dark magic hit him.
His face went pale.
The remains of a termination ritual.
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The child was gone.
Their child was gone.
The second item made him freeze completely.
It was a palm–sized wooden carving of a wolf. The craftsmanship was crude, clearly the work of a child.
But to Kael, it was more precious than any treasure.
It was identical to the gift the little girl had carved for him fifteen years ago.
The little girl who had saved his life on the night of the full moon.
His moonlight girl.
His hand trembled as he picked up the small wooden wolf and turned it over.
A name was crudely etched into the bottom: Clara.
And next to it, an imprint in ancient wolf runes–the unique soul–scent of a pup.
The scent emanating from the imprint was identical to Clara’s own wolf–scent.
Even after three years of suppression by Silver Dust, even as faint as a whisper, the pure, warm energy was unmistakable.
Kael’s hands shook violently.
Clara… was his moonlight girl.
The angelic little girl who had saved him deep in the forest fifteen years ago, on the night of the full moon, was Clara.
It was never Selene.
He had found the wrong person.
He had loved the wrong person.
He had hurt the one person he was meant to protect for his entire life.
“No… it can’t be…” he muttered, but the carving in his hand didn’t lie. The soul–scent didn’t lie.
The memories flooded back.
That night fifteen years ago. He was seven, lost in the forest, surrounded by a pack of vicious wolves.
Just as he’d given up hope, a little girl appeared. She drove off the wolves and carried him to safety.
“What’s your name?” little Kael had asked.
“Clara,” the girl’s voice was as soft as moonlight. “And you?”
“Kael.”
“Kael… that’s a nice name.” She handed him the wolf she had carved. “This is for you, to remember me. When we grow up, you
have to come find me, okay?”
Then she vanished into the moonlight.
Years later, when Selene claimed to be his savior, he believed her without question.
Because he had lost the little wolf carving.
Because he thought he’d never find another clue.
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Because Selene’s description of that night was so detailed, so real.
But now he knew. Selene must have overheard the story, or learned the details somehow.
And his real moonlight girl had been by his side all along.
Hurt by him.
Imprisoned by him.
Slowly destroyed by his silver poison.
A raw, guttural howl ripped from Kael’s throat, and he collapsed to his knees.
His wolf roared in his chest, a vortex of regret, rage, and despair.
For three years, he had been torturing the person he should have cherished most.
He had personally destroyed his own moonlight girl.
He had driven her to destroy their child.
“Clara… my Clara…” he clutched the small wolf carving, tears blurring his vision.
He immediately tried to reach her through their mate bond, to apologize, to confess, to beg for her forgiveness.
But just then, his communicator rang.
His Beta’s voice was urgent and terrified. “Alpha! It’s terrible news! Something’s happened to Clara!”
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