Chapter 2

Beacher took the Alpha’s reaction as approval and immediately ran to the tearful Betsy.

“Betsy, did you hear that? The Alpha didn’t object!”

“In seven days, we’ll be together forever!”

Tears in her eyes, Betsy nodded repeatedly. When she saw me passing beside Beacher, her smile instantly disappeared, and she timidly moved to bow to me.

Before I could speak, Beacher pulled her upright protectively.

“Cheryl, if you’re unhappy, take it out on me. Don’t treat Betsy coldly!”

“Although you chose me, the Alpha just agreed that she could remain by my side with you. From now on, you’ll be my mate in name, while she’ll be the mate in my heart. You two must get along. Only then can I focus on being a good Alpha.”

I blinked at him in confusion.

I had not done anything. When had I treated her coldly?

Besides, had he misunderstood something?

The Alpha had only said that a bonding ceremony would take place in seven days. He had never said Beacher was the mate I had chosen.

Seeing Beacher openly defend her, Betsy shyly tugged at his sleeve and advised him gently, “Beacher, as long as I can remain with you, I’m willing to follow you for the rest of my life without any title or recognition. Please don’t argue with the Saintess because of me…”

Beacher gazed at her with tenderness and affection.

“Silly girl. A witch once foretold that I would successfully inherit the position. Once I become Alpha, I’ll naturally be the most powerful person in the entire clan. Why would I need to submit to a woman like her?”

He glanced at me, his expression filled with warning.

“Cheryl, you had better behave yourself. If you remain obedient and sensible, I may still be willing to have a child with you in the future. Otherwise…”

The threat in his words could not have been clearer.

In my previous life, after Beacher and I bonded, Betsy accidentally fell into the water.

Although she was rescued, she constantly yearned for Beacher. Her health gradually deteriorated, and within a few years, she died consumed by misery.

Her death had nothing to do with me, yet Beacher stubbornly blamed me.

“She fell into the water barely thirty feet from your residence. If you hadn’t deliberately pretended not to hear her and delayed the rescue, how could Betsy have died so young?”

He blamed me for Betsy’s death and tortured me until I died. He even took his anger out on the South, turning all eighty thousand of my clansmen into restless souls.

Yet this creature, incapable of distinguishing right from wrong, remained confident that he would become Alpha.

It was laughable.

Suppressing my murderous rage, I interrupted him.

“Your devotion to Betsy is truly touching, Beacher. Allow me to congratulate you in advance. May you grow old together and have children soon.”

Beacher looked me up and down in surprise, attempting to find evidence that I did not mean what I said.

Before he could determine anything, I walked past him without hesitation and smiled at the man patiently waiting nearby.

“I’ll be waiting for you in seven days.”

“You won’t break your promise, will you?”

The man smiled without speaking and gave me a solemn nod before leaving with the others.

He had said nothing, but merely seeing his broad, powerful back was enough to make me feel safe.

In my previous life, as Beacher nailed me inside the coffin and left me waiting helplessly for death, I vaguely heard the sound of fighting through my fading consciousness.

It was Hubery, who had rushed back to save me.

He screamed my name in anguish and risked his life trying to free me, only for Beacher to order his men to shoot him through with countless arrows.

His burning blood seeped through the cracks in the coffin and dripped onto my face.

It also fell upon my heart.

Only then did I realize how deeply and silently he had loved me all those years.

Beacher followed suspiciously.

“Cheryl, what does it matter whether Hubery attends when we bond in seven days? When did the two of you become acquainted?”