The Last Gift

I was slowly dying from Silverthorn Wolfsbane, and there was only one cure—the Miracle Elixir. But my mate, Leo Ashford, bought it and gave it to my adoptive sister, Jane Smith. He did it because he thought I was faking my illness.

I gave up on the treatment and swallowed a potent painkiller instead. It would kill me in three days by shutting down my organs.

In those three days, I gave up everything. I handed over the fur manufacturing business I built from the ground up to Jane, and my parents praised me for caring about my sister.

I offered to sever our mate bond, and Leo praised me for finally being sensible.

When I told my son he could call Jane "mommy", he happily said that his new mommy was the best!

I transferred all my savings to Jane, and no one seemed to notice anything out of the ordinary. They were just pleased with my "better behavior".

"Viola is finally not so bad."

I wondered—would they regret it after I was gone?

Viola Smith's POV

The doctor looked at me with pity as I swallowed a heavy dose of painkillers.

Three days left to live. That was what they had told me.

I took the elevator up to the VIP floor. My dad, Charlie Smith, was slicing fruit for Jane. Meanwhile, my mom, Wendy Carter, was curled up beside her, watching a movie.

The moment I opened the door, the happy chatter stopped.

"Didn't you say you were on your deathbed this morning? What now? No one believed your lie, so you came back to pick on Jane again?

"Viola, from this moment on, your father and I aren't leaving Jane's side. You won't get another chance to hurt her," Mom said coldly, stepping in front of the bed to block me.

"We're the Smith family—nobles of Moonfall Pack. We have standards, and we're respected. But you? You've always been hot-tempered and jealous. You even faked being sick just to steal the Miracle Elixir meant for Jane!"

Dad stood beside Mom, just as defensive, like a hen guarding their chick.

And behind them, Jane stuck out her tongue at me with a smug little smile.

I smiled bitterly. I had heard this before. Every time, I would shout back. I would tell them I never touched Jane and try to prove how fake she really was.

But all I got in return was my parents' distrust and disgust.

More distance. Less love.

And now?

I was dying.

There was no point in explaining anything anymore.

"Anyway, it's good that you're here. Saves me the trouble of calling you. I have something to say," Dad said with a cold expression.

"I actually have something to say too," I said, trying to keep my tone light. "Jane's always wanted my fur business, right? Well, I've been thinking. Since we're family. I'll give it to her."

The cold expression on my parents' faces cracked momentarily. They exchanged glances then looked