After My Wolf Spirit Faded, I Became the Chosen Twin novel Chapter 8

Chapter 8 

(Ryker’s POV) 

That day, Ryker had indeed noticed that something was off with Ivy. 

As an Alpha, his perception of emotions was naturally sharp. 

When Ivy was in the corner, frantically using the mind link, he had subconsciously used his Alpha authority to listen in on the channel. 

And he had heard the horrifying truth. 

Ryker didn’t know how he left the cellar, only that the moon was blood-red that night. 

By the time he got home, he was drenched in a cold sweat, but he felt nothing. 

His heart was already dead. He collapsed onto the sofa like an empty shell, clutching the memory crystal that held the truth. 

…He downed bottle after bottle of alcohol, but nothing could extinguish the searing pain in his chest. 

He looked up, his gaze falling on the huge bonding ceremony portrait on the wall. 

In the photo, Harper wasn’t looking at the camera. She was looking at him, her head tilted, her expression full of gentle adoration. 

It was a precious love he had once taken for granted. 

“Harper…” 

Ryker covered his face, tears mixing with liquor and streaming through his fingers. 

He had promised to lead her out of the hell of her family home, to give her every honor. 

But in the end, he was the one who had pushed her into the abyss. 

The next morning, Ryker, hungover, woke up in Harper’s room. 

Harper hadn’t set foot in the master bedroom in a long time; she had been relegated to the attic. 

Now, this place was completely lifeless, just like the bond between him and Harper. 

Ryker rubbed his throbbing temples and was struck by a realization: in all the time Harper had been forced to undergo the ritual, no one in the house, including him, had ever bothered to check on her. No one had even come to clean the room. 

He sank onto the hard bed, utterly lost. 

Suddenly, he found a crumpled piece of cloth under the pillow. 

When he unfolded it, he saw a shocking black bloodstain. 

He froze. Harper had never returned after being taken to the cellar, so what was this black blood? 

A sharp sense of wrongness hit him, and he ran like a madman to the Blackmoon Pack’s medical center. 

He would use his Alpha command if he had to; he would see all of Harper’s medical records. 

Half an hour later, he held the sealed file. 

When he saw the words “Wolf Spirit Failure (Terminal Stage),” Ryker’s legs gave out, and he fell to his knees on the cold tile floor. 

He grabbed the head healer by the collar, roaring, “She was my Luna! She was this sick, and no one told me?! 

The healer trembled in fear. “Alpha, it was the Luna who asked us not to tell you. She said… there was no point.” 

“What?” 

Ryker froze, looking down and muttering to himself. 

“She said… there was no point?” 

Suddenly, he started to laugh, and the laughter turned to tears. He had never imagined that Harper had become so disappointed in him. 

In her heart, he, her mate, had become someone so cold that she felt even crying out for help was pointless. 

The healer sighed and pulled a yellowed, old diagnostic report from the file, handing it to him.