Three Strikes and You're Out

After being forced to donate the blood from my heart to my Alpha's beloved witch, I die in the cottage that he'd built for me.

Before my death, my five-year-old daughter runs to the castle in the forest to beg him thrice.

The first time, she runs into the study and tells him I'm coughing up blood.

My mate, Alpha Alaric sneers. "Is this one of Clara's new tricks? I can't believe she taught a child to lie!"

He orders his attendant to take our daughter away.

The second time, she knocks on the door cautiously and tells him I'm trembling all over.

Alaric snorts contemptuously. "What's with the act? All I did was take some of her blood, not gouge her heart out. She'll heal on her own soon enough!"

Once again, his attendant chases our daughter out.

The third time, she kneels by the study door and weeps, saying that I'm already unconscious. She begs Alaric to save me.

This time, he gets mad. He grabs her by the arm and throws her out of the castle. "I told you your mother won't die! Lie to me again, and I'll kick her out of the Wolffang Pack. She can die at the hands of those Rogues!"

He breaks her arm in the process, and she clutches it. She has no choice but to pass the family heirloom—a ring—that represents her identity as the Wolffang Pack's heiress to a passing merchant.

"I can give you everything valuable I have, Mr. Merchant! I don't want to be an heiress—I just want my mother to stay alive!"

The merchant accepts the ring and soon brings a herbalist. However, Alaric's beloved witch, Elena has him taken away.

"Sorry, but your father is worried that I'll be upset because my darling black cat is sick. He's ordered all of the herbalists in the pack to focus on treating my cat first." She snorts. "Your mother can wait."

In order to get the last herbalist to treat my illness, my five-year-old daughter went to Elena in tears.

In the past, my daughter would rather die than call Elena by her name. But now, the poor girl sobbed with her head hanging low, addressing the witch before her as "Lady Elena".

She had given up her dignity as a member of the pack and fell to her knees beside Elena.

"I beg you, Lady Elena. Please have this herbalist take a look at my mother."

Sobbing, she bent over and kissed the top of Elena's foot. Meanwhile, Elena seemed gleeful to watch my daughter humiliate herself. She stepped on my daughter's weak and arched back.

My daughter fell into a muddy pool after Elena stepped on her.

Elena caressed the black cat in her arms and cackled.

"Look! That's the noble future Female Alpha of Wolffang Pack! How is she more obedient than my black cat?

"Come here! Show me how a werewolf purrs!"

My daughter looked up from the muddy pool. Her face was