After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 12

I should have known peace would not last.

Sienna returned.

My sister, with her soft, angelic features, her delicate laughter, her perfectly calculated helplessness.

Nathan had once promised me forever. But forever crumbled the moment she stepped back into our lives.

It started with excuses. Meetings, training, then staying out all night ......

One night, I waited for him, heart pounding in my chest, knowing—feeling—that something had changed.

And then I saw them. Nathan’s hands on her waist. His lips brushing against her temple.

A whispered "I missed you."

My happily ever after completely fell apart at that moment!

My mate had betrayed me.

But the worst pain was yet to come. Because that was when Oliver fell ill.

At first, I thought it was just a fever.

But the fever never left.

His body grew weak, too fragile for a pup his age. The healers whispered in hushed voices, their faces etched with sorrow.

He was eventually diagnosed with bone marrow cancer.

I clutched Oliver to my chest, his tiny frame so light, too light, as if he were already fading away.

The doctors warned me. "He might not have much time."

I called Nathan, my hands shaking as I tried to hold myself together.

I told him our son was dying.

But he never came.

Nathan finally stopped. Seeing my suitcase, he frowned and asked coldly, "What kind of game are you playing this time?" His tone was as icy and detached as ever, as if I were just an unruly servant.

Sienna clung to Nathan affectionately, her cheek resting on his neck as she gave me an apologetic smile. "I stepped on some broken glass while filming, and Nathan said this place was close to the set. He brought me here to bandage it. You don’t mind, do you, sister?"

It was just a small cut, yet Nathan treated her like fragile glass, gently placing her on the sofa and taking out the first-aid kit to tend to her himself.

I remembered once, while ironing his suit, I had fallen down the stairs and broken my leg. His only response was, "Too bad you didn’t die." At that time, I was pregnant with Oliver—his child.

That’s the difference between love and indifference. My tears had long since dried up. I spoke calmly, "Nathan, I agree."

"Let's end the mate relationship."

To be honest, I was never sure if we could even be considered a real couple.

Nathan just established a MATE relationship with me, but never gave me a formal Luna ceremony.

Without looking up from tending to Sienna’s bandage, he scoffed, "Is this another one of your tricks to get my attention? Since pretending your son is sick didn’t work, now you’re trying a different tactic?"