Chapter 2
After seeing Alpha Roger and Amy off, I immediately scheduled a full physical examination.
The pack doctor looked over the report with a relaxed tone. "All indicators are normal, Luna Selina. Your health is excellent."
My fingers trembled slightly as I held the medical report, then I exhaled deeply. The mysterious illness that had plagued me for three years in my previous life felt like a huge boulder crushing me. This time, I could finally breathe easy.
Just as I set my bag down in the apartment, my phone rang. The unfamiliar number flashing on the screen made my heart skip a beat.
“Is this Selina? This is the Silvermoon Clan Alliance,” came the serious and clear voice on the other end. “Your application has passed the final review. Please report to headquarters within 24 hours.”
I gripped the phone, my fingertips turning cold. The Silvermoon Clan Alliance — the core economic and political force among the wolf clans, the very place where I had submitted countless resumes but heard nothing back. In my previous life, Amy was flaunting a job offer from a major wolf clan business in front of me, while I hadn’t even gotten an interview.
“I will be there on time,” I answered steadily.
The Silvermoon Clan Alliance was in another city. I rushed to my bedroom, opened my suitcase, and stuffed my passport and degree certificates inside. Just as I was about to put my mother’s real brooch into the inner lining pocket, there was a knock at the door.
Alpha Roger stood there, his brows furrowed tightly. “Selina, Amy said she hasn’t received any offer from the Silvermoon Clan Alliance.” His gaze swept over my open suitcase. “She’s really upset. I have to go comfort her.”
“Go ahead,” I said flatly as I folded a shirt.
He stared at me for a long moment, then suddenly asked, “Is your mother’s brooch always kept in the display cabinet?”
I met his eyes, my fingertip lightly brushing the suitcase’s latch. “Of course. It’s my mother’s keepsake.”
I knew what he was suspecting. Last year, when the three of us visited a medium, she had clearly said that my mother’s brooch would protect me and ensure smooth sailing for my life. That was probably why they were fixated on the brooch.
“You don’t mean to say…” He trailed off abruptly.
“Mean to say what?” I lowered my eyelids, my voice trembling slightly. “Do you think I would casually dispose of my mother’s keepsake? Alpha Roger, do you really think I’m that kind of person?”
His face flashed with unease as he scratched the ridge of his brow. “That’s not what I meant.”
“Then go comfort Amy.” I stuffed the last sweater into the suitcase and looked up with a concerned expression. “She must be really upset not to get the invitation. Comfort her for me.”
Alpha Roger was stunned, his steps faltering. “You didn’t like me seeing her alone before — why now…”
“People change.” I cut him off, my lips curling into a perfect smile. “Besides, I trust you completely.”
Confusion deepened in his eyes, but he nodded. “Then I’ll go.”
The moment the door closed behind him, my smile vanished. I grabbed my phone and called the landlord. “I’m moving out tonight. No need to refund the deposit.”
After hanging up, I hurried downstairs dragging my suitcase. The car I booked was waiting by the roadside. Just as I opened the door and sat down, a news alert popped up on my phone — the Silvermoon Clan Alliance announced that this year’s clan leader training program had been suspended.
I stared at the screen with a cold smile. Amy was probably still complaining about her bad luck in front of a mirror, completely unaware that the problem lay with that replica brooch. The mysticism professor had said that once a smuggling ritual backfired, it would affect luck for at least three years.
By the time the car reached the airport, the sky was just beginning to brighten. I looked up at the huge glass facade of the terminal and finally relaxed my tense shoulders. The green light at security was dazzling, like a signal of rebirth.
In my previous life, I always felt I couldn’t leave Alpha Roger or this city. Only after I died and hovered in midair, watching him and Amy divide all I had, did I realize that what trapped me wasn’t love — it was my own weakness.
After blocking Alpha Roger, my phone had just gone silent when I received a text from him: “Did you put the brooch away? I just went to your place but didn’t see it.” I stared at the message and deleted it immediately. Just as I was about to turn off my phone, another message arrived: “Amy says she feels dizzy after wearing the brooch. Do you know why?”
I held the phone at the boarding gate and suddenly found it funny. In my past life, he never noticed how weak I was when I coughed up blood, but now he kept asking about Amy’s slight discomfort. I typed back: “The brooch is safely kept in the display cabinet. Maybe she was just tired from the banquet.”
After sending the message, I decisively turned off my phone and tucked it into my bag.
The boarding announcement sounded. I took one last look at the tarmac. Sunlight pierced the clouds and reflected brilliantly off the wings. Alpha Roger’s number would never light up again, just like those betrayed true feelings — finally, they could be buried for good.
