The Fifteenth Year of Alpha August's Illness, I Turn and Leave
In the fifteenth year that Alpha August lay bedridden due to severe illness, I turned and left.
Alpha August was once wounded by a silver blade tempered with wolfbane, and his Wolf Soul has yet to heal, requiring him to stay bedridden for the long term. In the fifteenth year of his bedridden state, the Best Actress, whom he once deeply loved, returned to the country.
The once sensationally famous Best Actress was now full of silver hair, no longer possessing her former breathtaking beauty.
She sat by Alpha August's bedside, calling him by his nickname over and over, crying like a child.
For a time, the werewolf societal circles were abuzz with stories of the bittersweet romance of unrequited love between the Alpha of Silver Moon City and the Best Actress.
They said that Alpha August was wealthy and powerful, and the Best Actress had unparalleled charm, and that they should have been the perfect pair appointed by the Moon Goddess.
And I, became the shameless interloper.
When we married, Alpha August said he was wounded and unwilling to mark his Fated Mate. Because I loved him, I willingly became a model spouse in name only for forty years.
Only today did I understand that he was maintaining his fidelity for another female werewolf.