Chapter 236

I coughed up blood as I pushed my daughter, Clara, into Brett's arms.

Brett Lancaster, the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack.

At that moment, he was trying on a ring for Vanessa during their mating ceremony.

"Daddy…" Clara tried to speak, but he coldly pushed her away.

Brett sneered, tearing up the lineage test.

"A rogue's daughter? She has no place in the Blood Moon Pack."

He didn't know Clara was deaf in her left ear, unable to hear the harsh words.

He didn't know what I carried in my bag ,a terminal illness diagnosis.

The Moon Goddess had visited me in dreams, warning me my time was short.

When Clara begged him to save her mother, burning with a fever over 104 degrees,he ordered his guards to throw her out into the storm.

"Don't imitate your mother's desperate lies!"

Crawling on the cold floor, gathering my scattered painkillers, my heart burned with one truth:Clara can't lose her mother. She has to survive.

The mating ceremony march echoed as Brett stormed into my hospital room.

He pressed the defibrillator pads against my chest, shouting,

"Lilith! You think faking death can erase your sins?"

The monitors screamed my final breath,I was gone. Panic crashed over him like a tidal wave.

Later, many saw the Alpha of the Blood Moon Pack kneeling in a graveyard blooming with purple lisianthus, weeping:"My lisianthus have bloomed… Lilith, I miss you more than words can say…"