He Took the Cure,I Became the Legend

I was attacked by Rogues on border patrol and severely poisoned by silver rain.

I dragged my burning body back to the packhouse, expecting my boyfriend of five years, the future Alpha, to save me.

Instead, Jason just complained that I was tracking mud on his expensive leather shoes.

He went straight to the medicine cabinet and took all three of our remaining magical healing potions.

I begged him to leave just one vial for me, as the silver poison was literally boiling my blood.

"Stop behaving like a fragile Omega," he snapped.