Craving You, Cursed by Fate

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My alpha husband sacrificed my life to a witch in exchange for his lover's health. Little did he know, I was that witch. "I had no choice but to marry her. Now that she's dead, Kelly can become my luna once she gets better," he said coldly. At that moment, I appreciated my mask, for it allowed me to listen to his genuine feelings. "Alright, I'll fulfill your wish," I respond. If that's what you want, I'll make sure it happens. I promptly sent a message to the witch elder. "I'll take your place—and become the true sovereign of all the packs."

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Eric Daston quickly penned his signature on the contract. I stood by, helpless, as he unflinchingly exchanged my future to secure Kelly's well-being. The moment the agreement was signed, it felt as if my fate was intertwined with Kelly's. Embracing Kelly warmly, Eric kissed her softly. "Thank goodness, Kelly. You'll get better." Once they departed, I clutched my throbbing chest and coughed up blood. The agreement was already in motion. Upon getting home, while battling the sharp pain in my chest, Eric said coldly, "Where were you... Never mind. Kelly moved in not long ago. The main bedroom is roomy. Just take the guest room." The sight of him embracing Kelly just thirty minutes earlier lingered vividly in my thoughts. I remained silent, trudging into the guest room, feeling as though my energy was slowly draining away. Eric was taken aback by my response. After a brief moment of silence, he frowned, shot up from his seat, and stormed into the guest room. He grabbed my wrist and yanked me up. "Olivia, what's with the attitude? Are you ignoring me just because you don't want Kelly here? Where did you get the audacity?" A sharp pain coursed through me, and a cold sweat formed on my back. "I'm just exhausted and need to rest early." Eric glared icily. "Wake up early tomorrow. Kelly's fond of burgers." He abruptly let go of my hand and walked away, indifferent to my ashen expression. The following morning, the butler shook me awake with a sneer, saying, "Ms. Delholm, Mr. Daston insists you shouldn't be idle. So, rise early to prepare breakfast." Feeling faint, my vision swam. I fixed my gaze on the butler. "You're fired." The butler's face twisted in shock. "How dare you..." "I'm Eric's wife and the lady of this house," I interrupted. I coughed softly, choking down the blood. The butler's expression darkened, taking on an iron-green hue as he stood silently with his head lowered, simmering with resentment. I ignored his mood and made my way down to the kitchen. Eventually, Eric approached from behind and embraced me around the waist. "I was too emotional last night. Once Kelly gets better, I'll ask her to leave, and we can take a trip to see the aurora." I gave a slight smile. "Are you sure you want to see the aurora with me?" The frailty in my limbs made it clear that the contract Eric had signed without a second thought was now active. My vitality was slipping away. A momentary flash of remorse crossed Eric's face, though he maintained a stoic expression. Before I could say anything, Kelly let out an unexpected scream from behind. Instinctively, Eric let go of me and pushed me aside. Kelly, as if suddenly overwhelmed, clutched her chest and began to cough heavily. Eric hurried over to her, embracing her and softly patting her back. I'm not sure how much time passed before Kelly finally stopped coughing. She quickly moved away from Eric's embrace and gave me an apologetic look. "Olivia, I'm sorry. I just felt really uncomfortable earlier. I didn't mean to..." Eric interrupted with a casual tone, "Olivia is very understanding and forgiving." I hoped for a quiet breakfast, but a sudden sharp pain gripped my stomach. Almost simultaneously, Kelly's eyes rolled back, and she fainted. Eric caught her in his arms, then turned to me with an intense glare. "What did you do?" He knocked over my chair. His eyes blazed with a fury that looked ready to tear me apart. The pain caused cold sweat to bead on my skin, and my vision slowly blurred and distorted. Just before I passed out, I realized the little life inside me was fading, turning into nutrients meant for Kelly. Chapter 2 When I regained consciousness, I found myself still lying on the cold floor, and the blood between my legs had already dried. Eric and Kelly were nowhere to be seen. I slowly pushed myself up, my face pale. The room was deserted. Without Eric's instructions, the servants stayed away. Shaking, I reached for my phone to call an ambulance, but a video message from Kelly appeared instead. In the video, Eric's face lit up with joy as the doctor shared the news of Kelly's improved condition. Overcome with excitement, he hugged her tightly and spun her around. "Thank goodness! That mysterious woman we encountered really did make a difference." I closed the video without a word, ignored Kelly's teasing follow-up messages, and called 911. At the hospital, the doctor paused while reviewing my test results. "The pregnancy was nearly three months along. Unfortunately, we couldn't save it. Also, you have several health concerns, including a suspicion of leukemia..." I interrupted him calmly. "I'm already aware." Once the doctor had gone, I reached out to Eric. "I'm at the hospital. Could you come over?" Eric spoke in a hushed, annoyed tone. "You're healthy. Why would you even be at the hospital? Kelly just started getting better today. Don't dampen everyone's spirits." In a quiet voice, I replied, "I had a miscarriage." There was a pause on the line for a few moments, then the man responded with a dismissive, scornful tone. "Come up with a believable excuse. The doctor mentioned fertility issues at your last appointment. Stop stirring up trouble and head home to cook. I have a celebration planned later." Just before the call ended, I caught the sound of Kelly's flirtatious voice in the background. I covered my mouth as a violent cough overtook me, leaving a puddle of dark red blood in my hand. Blood from my nose trickled onto the bedsheet. Eric's words didn't catch me off guard. In truth, I appreciated the firm tone that finally cut the last thread of hope I held onto. While scrolling through my social media feed, I came across Kelly's recent nine-photo post. "So lucky to have you with me. You've completely transformed my life." The comments section was filled with "99" blessings and playful requests for "brother-in-law" to reveal himself, with many asking when they planned to tie the knot. I chuckled, liked the post, and then swiftly blocked and removed her from my contacts. The consequences of the agreement Eric signed that evening became increasingly evident. It felt as if my internal organs were in a state of perpetual alert. Several hours later, Eric messaged once more, urging me to return home. Following the doctor's advice, I left immediately. The moment I entered the house, I noticed intimate apparel scattered across the living room floor. Distinct sounds of passion drifted down from upstairs. I walked casually over the heap of clothes, headed directly upstairs, and threw open the bedroom door. The pair inside jumped in surprise. Eric quickly draped a quilt over Kelly, standing up to shield her from my sight. I inquired calmly, "What are you doing?" He reacted like a cat with its tail stepped on, his anger palpable as he clenched his fists and spat out, "You think Eric and I are up to something indecent? Olivia, not everyone is as dirty-minded as you. I was just giving Kelly a massage." I gestured toward the scattered underwear and bras on the floor. "Does giving a massage require undressing like this?" Kelly started to cry softly. "Olivia, I'm sorry. Eric was truly just massaging me. The doctor mentioned it aids in recovery." As she spoke, she suddenly grabbed her chest, struggling for breath, her face turning a bluish shade as if she were choking. Eric quickly pulled out fast-acting heart pills and gave them to her. After Kelly was stable, he grabbed my wrist with a firm grip. "Apologize," he demanded. I felt the strain in my bones, and, losing my balance, I stumbled and fell to my knees, feeling my leg go numb immediately. The doctor had warned me before I left the hospital that I might have osteogenesis imperfecta, meaning even a minor bump could lead to a fracture. Sweat gathered on my forehead as the pain engulfed me. Eric stood still, caught off guard by the situation. He had only intended to force an apology out of me, not anticipating that I would crumble so quickly. As he instinctively bent down to assist me, Kelly chimed in, playing innocent. "Olivia, don't you exercise? Why did you fall so easily... You're not still upset about me living here, are you?" Chapter 3 She shivered, pulling the quilt tight around her shoulders as she attempted to rise from the bed. "I'm sorry, Olivia. This is all because of me. I shouldn't be here, making you and Eric argue." Eric quickly pulled himself together and shot me a look of disdain. "You're so good at pretending. If Kelly hadn't clued me in, I might have believed your act." He grabbed a handful of my hair, pulling my head up to meet his cold stare. "Those who make mistakes should apologize. Olivia, since your parents passed away early and didn't teach you, I'll instruct you now." Growing increasingly impatient, he continued, "And your body was violated when you were a teenager. It's no surprise your mind is corrupted too—only I can still accept you." My eyes widened. He knew I'd been kidnapped and assaulted. During our happiest moments, I had confided in Eric about it, and he had held me gently, reassuring me that it wasn't my fault. But now he was purposely reopening that wound. In the middle of the struggle, my nails dug into Eric's wrist as blood dripped from my nose. That's when I truly understood the taste of despair. "I'm sorry. I apologize. I'm really sorry." Eric shoved down the slight unease in his chest and let go of me. When our eyes locked, his heart momentarily fluttered. Yet, in the next instant, he convinced himself that I could never part from him. No one else would ever accept me like he did. Kelly's astonished, mocking gaze felt like it was piercing right through me. Moments later, I wiped the blood off my face, looked up at Eric, and said with composure, "Eric, I want to go back to the Daston's residence." I figured that if I gave up my place to Kelly, Eric would send me away without hesitation. However, instead of making a swift decision, he made an excuse and quickly left with Kelly. As they departed, Kelly gave me a fierce look, her eyes brimming with darkness and envy, leaving me bewildered. Aside from Eric mentioning that my marriage to him led to Kelly's downfall and subsequent chronic illness, I hadn't interacted with her at all. Yet, it didn't matter much to me. The sharp ache in my chest made it clear that I was genuinely dying. For the following two days, I didn't hear from Eric. He remained by Kelly's side, and her condition got better each day. Sitting sideways on Eric's lap, she said sweetly, "Eric, I love this." She gestured to an item on the screen, and Eric frowned a bit when he saw it. "Pick something else," he replied. His mind wandered, thinking that since I hadn't reached out in those two days, perhaps he'd crossed a line. Purchasing this auction item for me would certainly appease me. Eric was sure of it because he recalled that this item was part of my mother's collection. Kelly noticed the brief look of nostalgia in Eric's eyes. She clenched her fists discreetly, her voice lowering as she spoke, "Don't I deserve this...? I'm sorry for causing you any trouble." Eric couldn't stand seeing her in that state. He embraced her gently and reassured her, "No, really... if you like it, I'll place a bid and get it for you." At the auction the following day, Eric didn't hesitate—he placed an unlimited bid to make sure he won it. Despite this, he felt a pang of guilt because he hadn't heard from me at all. He knew how much my parents' belongings meant to me, and yet, three days had passed without a word. Frustrated, Eric pushed Kelly's face away as she leaned closer, pulled out his phone, and checked once more—still no messages. I sat on the couch, bundled up in my coat, as I waited for midnight to arrive. When the clock hit twelve, I got up, opened the door, and walked out into the night. A contract gradually appeared before my eyes. My name was already signed on it. I bit my finger, pressed it firmly onto the contract, and declared in a steady voice, "I want to make a trade with you. All my emotions in exchange for..." I glanced down at the contract, feeling each emotion in my heart slowly fade away. The six formidable beasts of greed, anger, delusion, attachment, love, and hatred showed their true natures, consuming the emotions that tied me to this world, one by one. I had held onto this world for Eric's sake. When he was poisoned, I was the only one who could save him. In that moment, the contract Eric had signed disintegrated into dust, and mine officially took effect.