Chapter 242
242 Fractured Emotions
Third Person POV
In her past life or in this one, Aubrey had never seen Alpha Henry cry.
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Aubrey’s brow furrowed sharply. To her surprise, a trace of fear and unease slipped in.
In her understanding, alpha Henry should meet everything she did with equal exchange, not like this–painful, regretful, moved beyond measure.
And yet… she actually felt uncomfortable at the sight of his tears? At a moment like this, she couldn’t summon a shred of sympathy for alpha Henry’s feelings?
Numb, as if she were an outsider.
Had she really done something touching, something great?
At least from alpha Henry’s reaction it seemed so… but why did she herself feel nothing at all?
The thought was terrifying. Aubrey sensed something was wrong, closed her eyes in pain, and whispered, “I… I don’t feel well. I want to rest a bit.”
She hadn’t even finished speaking before alpha Henry let go of her in alarm.
“Where do you feel unwell? Wait, I’ll call Xavier over!”
Aubrey quickly caught his arm. “It’s nothing. Could you… let me be alone for a while?”
The pleading look in her eyes gripped alpha Henry’s heart. From his helpless movements and flustered gaze, it was clear–if Aubrey told him to die right now, he wouldn’t hesitate.
“I… I’ll stay at the door,” he said.
He treated her as if she were a fragile porcelain doll, and seriously reminded her, “If anything happens, promise you’ll call me, okay?”
He thought Aubrey wanted to be alone because she didn’t want him to see her weakness. She was always so strong, so he could only agree.
When alpha Henry finally left, reluctant and heavy–hearted, Aubrey slowly let go of that pleading look. She had sensed before that something about her feelings seemed lacking, but she hadn’t expected that the gap between her and normal people had grown so wide.
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242 Fractured Emotions
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She hurriedly pulled out her phone and opened a video with a title that made it obvious it had to be horrifying-
Cannibals Dissecting a Werewolf.
The video was fake, but the imagery was so realistic that most viewers felt fear, nausea, or discomfort. Yet she felt none of it.
That vivid red reminded her only of tomato sauce, sparking a sense of tangy sweetness… but no fear, no disgust.
It was then Aubrey realized–ever since she had been reborn, she had never once chosen to watch TV, never watched a single movie, rarely even gone shopping. She seemed to have no desire for anything that stirred the senses.
“What’s… wrong with me?”
Aubrey buried her head in her hands, staring blankly at the sheets in confusion.
Maybe she should feel afraid now, but she also thought the worry pointless. So what if she was missing something? She didn’t feel unwell. Maybe the lack was even a good thing.
Without emotions or feelings clouding her… every decision would be rational. She wouldn’t make the wrong choice.
That night, Perry and the others returned to Shadowmoon Pack. Because of Cedarl’s performance, their merits canceled their punishment, and alpha Henry withdrew the order to demote them. They would continue serving as his guards.
While packing, Perry caught sight of the potion said to be able to sever the Moon Goddess contract unilaterally. After a moment’s hesitation, he picked it up, preparing to hand it over to alpha Henry.
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