He Loved Me Only When I Was Leaving Life

I know that I don't have much time left after getting poisoned by wolfsbane.

I don't want to have any regrets, so I travel to the Sacred Crystal Lake, a place I have always wanted to visit.

I don't tell anyone that I plan to end my life there.

I didn't expect to run into my ex-mate there. We haven't seen each other in ten years. He has become the Alpha that he has always wanted to be, and he's wearing a ring that has another she-wolf's name engraved on it.

As for me, I've already thrown away our token of love and erased him from my heart.

We're exchanging pleasantries when he suddenly asks, "Do you still hate me, Giselle?"

I shake my head. My life is about to end, after all. I don't need to hold on to anything anymore.

In the last moments of my life, I just want to see the sea of irises that the Moon Goddess has blessed.

I don't remember the last time Zack Gate and I were able to have a civil conversation with each other. I used my spoon to play with the foam on top of my coffee as I stole a glance at the werewolf who was both familiar and a stranger to me.

Zack hadn't changed much since we broke our bond. It was just that the band around his ring finger no longer had my name engraved on it.

The ring glinted with a cold light as we ordered our drinks.

"What do you want to eat? It's my treat. Do you want strawberry cake?" he asked.

I paused for a moment before rejecting Zack, saying, "No need. I'm allergic to strawberries."

Surprise flickered over Zack's face. "When did you—"

He cut himself off before he finished his sentence.

Strawberries were Wanda Finch's favorite fruit. Zack had forgotten that I had been allergic to strawberries since I was a pup.

He ordered a cup of coffee, the same as mine, before falling silent.

A message popped up on his phone while we were waiting for our coffee. I glanced at his screen. The wallpaper was a family portrait of three. Everyone was smiling brightly.

Zack hastily locked his phone when he noticed what I was looking at.

As I took a sip of my coffee, he asked, "How have you been recently? I heard that you got your healer's license. If you need help, I own a clinic—"

"I'm doing fine. I don't need your help," I replied, interrupting him before he could finish his sentence.

Zack opened his mouth, looking like he had more to say, when his phone started ringing suddenly.

"Darling," he said after accepting the call and rushing out of the cafe, leaving behind an untouched cup of coffee.

We had lost the right to have coffee together a long time ago.

I called the manager over to pay the bill.

"The handsome werewolf already paid for your coffee too," the manager said.