Chapter 246
246 The Weight of Pain
Third Person POV
“Maybe it’s a terrible metaphor, but just remember this–maybe I’m built for suffering. I actually feel like I’m truly alive only when I’m in pain.”
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Alpha Henry froze, staring into Aubrey’s brilliant starry eyes that shimmered with a strange light.
“Can you imagine it? I actually think pain is the only thing that feels real. Isn’t that terrifying? ”
Though she smiled, Henry felt an unshakable heaviness deep in his chest. Instinctively, he pulled her into his arms, his brow furrowed for a long time before he asked in a voice barely above a whisper.
“Can I know what you went through–what I don’t know about?”
say that It was a question he had wanted to ask for so long, but never dared. Now, hearing her only pain felt real made him realize–whatever she had endured when he wasn’t there for her, it was more crushing than anything he could imagine.
What could have been worse than an incurable illness ?
Henry couldn’t fathom it.
Aubrey glanced at him, her usually cold, delicate features softening with a faint, elusive smile.
“…It’s over,” she said quietly. “It was terrifying–so terrifying that many times I thought I wouldn’t survive. But it’s over.”
Henry’s expression showed his dissatisfaction with that answer, but Aubrey only let out a small laugh and asked,
“Do you know why I’m good to you?”
Her words made Henry instinctively hold his breath.
“Because you’re safe. You’ve never hurt me.”
His lips pressed together as his eyes dropped to hers, filled with sorrow and regret.
“…No. I have hurt you .”
That was what he hated most about himself. Once, long ago, he had humiliated her–over and over, mercilessly. Yet it was as if she had forgotten it all.
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246 The Weight of Pain
In truth, Aubrey really had forgotten.
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Her fingers traced lazily over the stripes of his dress shirt as she murmured, “That doesn’t even count anymore.”
Compared to the persecution and greed she had suffered from others, Henry’s humiliations. were as harmless as children playing make–believe.
She gave a faint, self–mocking smile. “And those humiliations–I brought them on myself. I’m grateful you never really crossed the line. That’s why I’m willing to treat you well.”
Henry was at a loss for words. His throat burned as he rasped, “Just because… just because I didn’t hurt you, you treat me this well?”
Then what horrors had others done to her, that simply not harming her made someone the best existence in her eyes? Henry dared not imagine it.
Had his information network truly failed so badly that not a shred of her past reached him?
Aubrey chuckled softly, her gaze drifting into the distance.
“Of course, that’s not all…”
Then she lifted her eyes to his, smiling as her eyes narrowed playfully.
“Did you forget how much I used to like you? As long as you don’t cross my bottom line, I can accept anything from you. My tolerance for you will always be greater than for anyone else.”
“And believe me on this–neither of us will die.”
Her gaze sharpened, brimming with powerful confidence.
“I’m not gambling with my life. As long as I’m here, breaking through the Kajit virus is only a matter of time. I’ll use it to take my first step forward! So you can worry about anything else, but never about me dying.”
Aubrey wasn’t lying. She might not know the names of the drugs once tested on her, but she remembered every sensation of them coursing through her body. With her as the pioneer, conquering the Kajit virus was only a question of time.
And judging by the progress so far, that time wouldn’t be long.
In her past life, she had been plundered endlessly, never able to prove herself.
But this time–this time she would make every werewolf know her name.
She, Aubrey, was the true genius wolf doctor.
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