The Luna’s Last Drop Chapter 01
My pack had been both blessed and cursed by the Moon Goddess.
Every twenty years, a young girl was chosen to become the Moon Goddess’s sacrifice. If she offered her life and blood for someone, that person would gain unmatched vitality or immense wealth.
I was the youngest sacrifice in my pack.
Apart from my parents, only my Alpha mate Kieran Blackwood knew this secret.
But I had never thought he would betray me.
On the night of the plane crash, he chose to save his lover instead of me, his Luna.
He ordered his men to drain the last remaining blood from my body to save Selene.
The healer tried to stop him, “Alpha, please spare her! Luna was born with a blood-clotting disorder. She can’t survive another blood draw!”
Kieran pushed him away, icy amber glinting sharply in his eyes, “Save Selene first. Vivian has a special constitution; she will survive.”
Our seven-year-old daughter Scarlett stood by the bed, her face streaked with tears, “Mom, please just let them take the blood. It’s just a little bit, you won’t die. If Selene dies, who’s going to practice the Moon Festival dance with me?”
They forced me down onto the bed. The needle pierced my skin, and my life force seeped out drop by drop.
In that moment, I felt the mate bond I had treasured for ten whole years snap completely.
My heart stopped beating and all my vital signs faded away.
Yet they still pulled me back from the brink of death.
After that, Kieran stayed outside my room with Scarlett, day and night.
He sent piles of jewels, rare herbs taken from the pack treasury, and countless handwritten apology letters, but I paid no heed to any of them.
Even when Scarlett ran a high fever and cried out for me, I kept my eyes tightly shut and ignored her.
Right at that moment, a gentle voice resonated in my mind—the voice of the Moon Goddess.
“Vivian, my chosen sacrifice, your mortal life is drawing to an end. Sever it, and you shall be my emissary.”
So this was the blessing of being the sacrifice.
Kieran gripped my wrist firmly, “Vivian, haven’t you thrown enough of a tantrum? Are you really going to abandon your own pup?”
I lifted my gaze to look at him and smiled faintly.
Before he could react, I tore the IV tube out of my arm, then drove a sharp shard of glass straight into my wrist.
……
When I opened my eyes again, Kieran was sitting by the bed. His suit was wrinkled, and his hair was a disheveled mess.
The moment he saw me wake up, hope flickered to life in his eyes. He reached out, intending to gently caress my cheek. “Vivian… you’re finally awake. I’m right here.”
I pulled away. That was the same hand that had pinned me down while they drained my blood.
Thick bandages were wrapped around my wrist. I barely glanced at them before tearing them off without hesitation. The stitched wound split open instantly, and blood seeped through the white fabric.
Kieran’s pupils narrowed sharply. He grabbed my arm in an instant, “Vivian! What on earth are you doing?”
He pushed me back onto the hospital bed. Sharp throbbing pain spread through my wrist, yet all I felt was overwhelming relief, “Don’t bother saving me, Kieran. There’s no point in keeping me alive.”
Silence filled the room. The panic in his eyes faded little by little, replaced by cold anger.
“How long do you plan to keep this up? I know taking your blood was bit thoughtless, but Selene was dying back then, and Scarlett was crying her heart out. What else was I supposed to do?”
“Besides,” he let out a cold snort, “one night in the ICU, and you’ll be as good as new, right? Things like this used to be nothing for you.”
I stared at him blankly. So in his mind, all those near-death ordeals I had been through were nothing more than trivial little troubles.
A wave of exhaustion washed over me. I yanked my arm back and said coldly, “Alpha, please leave me alone.”
He froze on the spot, “What did you just call me?”
I didn’t answer.
I once used to call him Kie affectionately, back when he was nothing but a rogue with nothing but dreams to his name. Now even hearing his name made me feel sick to my stomach.
His gaze drifted toward the trash can beside the bed. Inside it, a transparent storage box lay atop medical waste.
My wedding ring, the diamond necklace we had exchanged during our bonding ceremony, my pearl earrings—all the jewelry I had once treasured was now dumped carelessly inside.
On top of everything lay a crayon drawing that Scarlett had made for me with her own hands when she was four years old.
Kieran stared fixedly at the box, then reached into the trash can and flipped open its lid. Beneath those pieces of jewelry lay the love letter he had written to me on the night he proposed.
He slammed the lid shut hard, “Vivian, don’t you think you’re going too far? You’re even throwing away the gift your own daughter made for you?”
“So what,” I said, closing my eyes. “Get out. I don’t want to see you.”
His chest heaved with rage, “Fine! If this is how you’re going to treat your own pup, then you’re not needed for Scarlett’s Moon Festival dance rehearsal tomorrow. Let Selene take her.”
He stared at me, waiting for me to break down, to scream, or to beg him not to replace me.
But I only uttered one word, “Sure.”
The anger on his face froze instantly, replaced by shock. Just then, his phone rang. Selene’s name flashed on the screen.
Her voice came through, soft and tearful. “Kieran, is Vivian still angry? Maybe I never should have come back.”
Kieran glanced at me then turned his back, “No, she is just throwing a tantrum for no reason.”
The door clicked shut, and quiet settled over the room once more.
A nurse walked in with red-rimmed eyes, gently preparing to change my dressings.
My eyes fell on a glass bottle of saline solution on her tray.
“Could you please pull the curtains?” I asked softly. “The light is too bright.”
The moment she turned around, I snatched up the saline bottle and smashed it hard against the bed rail.
The nurse let out a frightened cry, “No!”
But I had already picked up the largest shard of glass and pressed it against my own throat.
This time, I didn’t hesitate for a second.
