Adrianna’s POV
By the time I reached the hospital, it was already too late.
The smell of antiseptic hit me first. Then the silence. That kind of silence that only exists when life has already left the room.
The doctor didn’t even need to say much. One look at his face was enough.
“I’m sorry,” he said softly. “She didn’t make it. She was slowly healing, but her death happened so suddenly.”
Nanny Sarah was gone.
My knees buckled, and I dropped to the floor like my body no longer belonged to me. My hands clawed at my chest as I cried, loud and ugly, my voice echoing down the hallway. I didn’t care who saw me. I didn’t care who heard.
She was the only one who ever protected me.
Footsteps rushed toward me. I looked up through blurry eyes and saw unfamiliar men in dark coats, blood smeared on their sleeves.
Alpha Valentin’s men.
“We were intercepted,” one of them said grimly. “Moonlight Pack warriors blocked us. We fought our way through, but it delayed us.”
Too late. Everything was always too late.
I screamed until my throat burned.
That was when I felt a presence behind me.
I turned.
Alpha Cyrus stood there, Abigail beside him, her hand resting possessively on her stomach.
“I didn’t know you were here as well. Anyway, that old woman deserved it,” Alpha Cyrus said coldly.
My head snapped up. “What did you say?”
“She was a thief,” he continued, his voice calm, almost bored. “She stole from the Moonlight Pack. A criminal. It’s better this way.”
Something inside me broke so completely that I felt numb.
I didn’t answer him. When we returned to the packhouse, I locked myself in my room and cried until my eyes swelled shut. I hated myself. I knew this would happen. I remembered it from my past life, and yet I still failed to save her.
I arranged Nanny Sarah’s funeral myself.
No one helped me. The casket was lowered slowly, and I stood there alone, my hands shaking.
“I’m sorry,” I whispered. “I promised you wouldn’t die again.”
Footsteps crunched against the gravel.
Abigail appeared, dressed in white, smiling faintly.
“Oh,” she said lightly. “This burial space is already taken.”
I stared at her. “What?”
“Alpha Cyrus bought this plot,” she said. “I’ll be burying my dead fish here.”
My blood ran cold.
She waved her hand. “Dig it up.”
The warriors hesitated, then obeyed.
“Stop!” I screamed, rushing forward. “Don’t touch her!”
I pushed at the men, but Abigail suddenly cried out and threw herself backward.
“Aah!”
Footsteps rushed toward us. Alpha Cyrus and his mother, Clare, arrived.
Abigail collapsed into Alpha Cyrus’s arms. “She pushed me!”
Clare slapped me so hard my head snapped to the side.
“You evil girl!” she screamed. “You hurt a pregnant woman? Just because you can’t keep a baby alive doesn’t mean you get to harm someone else’s!”
I tasted blood. “She lied—”
“Enough,” Alpha Cyrus snapped. He turned and spat on Nanny Sarah’s casket. “Take it away.”
I fell to my knees.
Five days. Just five more days, and I would leave this hell.
That night, I locked myself in my room. A knock came. Abigail stood there.
She slapped me without warning.
“This baby is Alpha Cyrus’s,” she said smugly.
I stayed silent. That angered her.
“Jealous?” she sneered. “Your babies are rotting underground. Mine will be born loved. Curse your babies—”
I slapped her. Hard. Her face snapped to the side.
Alpha Cyrus stormed in. He saw her red cheek, and he slapped me back. I staggered, hitting the wall.
So this is how deeply he hated me.
“She insulted my babies!” I cried.
“So what? They’re dead!” he shouted. “How dare you touch a pregnant woman!”
He locked me inside my room for a day. No food. No water. No sunlight.
The next morning, a maid brought food and unlocked the door.
“Alpha Cyrus wants to see you,” she said. “He’s… sorry.”
It felt odd. In his office, Alpha Cyrus smiled gently. Flowers. Cake. Chocolate.
Chocolate. Abigail’s favorite.
“I lost control,” he said softly. “I was emotional.”
Then he handed me documents.
“I called you here because I want to handle all the hostels under your name,” he said.
My heart clenched. Those hostels were never his. They were mine.
I grew up as an orphan in one of those hostels. Back then, I was nothing more than a helper. I cleaned rooms, cooked meals, and helped younger children dress for school.
The owner was an old, wealthy woman. Cold. Sharp. Not kind. But she watched me.
She taught me how to manage accounts, how to negotiate rent, how to read contracts. She said I worked harder than anyone she had ever seen.
When I turned eighteen, she summoned me.
She handed me the deeds. All of them. She transferred the hostels, the shares, and the profits to my name.
I didn’t even know until it was done. She died a year later.
Now Alpha Cyrus wanted them. I smiled.
“Alright,” I said. I signed everything.
Because I remembered. In my past life, every hostel collapsed. Every branch shut down. In a single snap, I lost everything.
And this time, my savings were already moved.
Hidden. And I had quietly bought shares in Moonlight Pack’s original company.
They didn’t know yet. But soon—They would lose everything.
Just like I did.
