CHAPTER 37

　　The servants carried the injured Aurora back into the mansion while Jasmine was carried straight to somewhere safe awaiting the arrival of the alpha. Her head was creased together. The pain was unbearable. It's as if her skin is being eaten up by something acidic.

　　It's indeed like an acid. That's how silver is to a werewolf. It eats up wherever it touches. It would be difficult to heal quickly if there's still a residual of silver in the place it touches.

　　Aurora was sweating profusely as she bit hard on her lips to the point of bleeding. She regretted going out this morning. She only wanted to see her family. She missed them so much. She wondered how things suddenly turned upside down in just one night.

　　But nothing hurts more than the reason she is suffering. She was suffering so much because of a mate who couldn't keep himself from women. She never asked the moon goddess for a mate. She never accepted her fate and now that she did, she is at the verge of death.