After I Torched Alive, My Alpha Went crazy novel Chapter 3

My head grew heavier with each passing second. I pinched the inside of my thighs twice, trying to jolt myself back to some semblance of clarity. It barely worked, but I forced the words out, voice shaking. "How much longer? I... I don’t think I can hold on much longer."

The Omega liaison’s voice was soft, cautious, almost as though she could sense the desperation in my tone. "The mission has been assigned, and the Gamma warriors of the rescue team are on their way. The nearest pack has the best high-rise rescue equipment. They should arrive in no more than thirty minutes.You can start by ducking into the bathroom and soaking a towel in water ......"

I couldn't speak anymore. I looked helplessly at the bathroom full of water, the wet sheet at my feet, the wet towel in my hand. I didn't have the heart to tell him that I'd tried it all.

In a daze, I caught a glimpse of a news notification. It was from the pack, praising their successful rescue of a suicidal a single she-wolf without a mate, one who had battled mental disease for years. My lips curled into a bitter smile as I laughed at the irony.

If memory served me right, this was Lily’s ninety-ninth depression episode. That same excuse, that same endless cycle.

A month ago, Sandy and I had fought. It was the day of our mating ceremony.

On my left was my mother and father, who had the entire pack suspended to attend the mating ritual. On my right, it was Sandy's parents, their faces full of provocation. They couldn't hide their disapproval, and every glance they threw my way made my skin crawl.

As a result, he stayed out all night.

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Author's Words: So perfunctory? Please come and apologize sincerely at once!