[The third day in the forest]
Veronica did not, in the end, plead for mercy. Her body and soul both worsened over time. She was dying of starvation, and her lips were dry and cracked. It is stated that if you do not drink water for three days, you will die. "Is this my last time?"
She could hardly sit with her back against the splintered tree. A strand of long hair slipped down, hiding her eyes, and she couldn't even pull it back. "I'm tired waiting for death.”
Her body slumped bit by bit, and the drawing paper and pencil slid off her body. She lay down on the ground, her head leaning against the broken tree and her long hair scattered in a mess.
"Agh… A-ah." Veronica opened her eyes slightly, and the light and shadow above her head continuously refracted from different angles, sometimes transparent, sometimes colorful, with birds flying by, and the sound was crisp. “It's so breathtaking.”
She vividly remembers standing at her front door as a little kid, using a tiny candy paper to cover her eyes so she could see the sun. She even dream to meet a man who was dazzling like a sunshine that will give light to her. Just those small memories left at her kept her going to at least stay beside Jaxon.
She vaguely saw a figure slowly walking towards her. It was a man. He smiled and handed her his hand, "Veronica, you are beautiful Don't leave me no matter what." His smile is gorgeous, full of trust and reliance on her.
"So warm..." With her cracked lips, she whispered the faintly without fully seeing the man. She surely having an illusion. "Goodbye, Morgan. I wish you will see the whole world and no need a care of anyone. How I wish I can see you grow." She whispered helplessly and desperately. Her long eyelashes heaved slowly, like a wounded butterfly flapping its wings.
After a moment, she whispered her last words, "Goodnight...my mate."
Since meeting Jaxon, Veronica's life has been drawn into a vicious circle of awakening and coma. Now that she is finally dying, can she finally take back her life now? Her eyes also slowly closed. The brightness in front of her eyes had faded, leaving only unending blackness, and her thoughts gradually drifted away. Her hands on her waist began to slide and fall to the ground.
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Jaxon stood, leaning on the white balcony outside the woodland, bathed in the dazzling sunlight. Lifting his head, he holds a remote, and the screen displays views from the woods. He saw Veronica seated in front of the fallen tree, regardless of whether the grass was muddy or not.
"Slovenly woman." Jaxon gazed at the screen with disgust but kept his attention fixed. He has been looking at the monitor since Veronica entered the jungle without the sense that he is a voyeur.
In the forest, drawing papers were scattered all over the ground. The sunshine penetrated through the leaves and shone vertically on Veronica's filthy skirt, making her as pure as an angel. She remained up all night, writing and sketching on the drawing paper.
“Unbelievably woman. Only she does such petty things before dying.”
Veronica dropped her pencil and clamped one palm to her tummy, a painful grimace on her face. Yes, she finally knows the feeling of pain, and it seems that she will cry to beg him soon. Jaxon wrinkled his eyebrows, feeling a little uncomfortable in his heart, so he stopped looking at the screen.
"Alpha," Uriel stepped forward and kneeled, "Alpha, did you go too far with Luna?"
"Uriel, it looks like you can't live by "Beta Steward Morality," which you've spent your whole life doing." Jaxon looked at him with darkness. "You even dare to question your Alpha."
Uriel abruptly put his head down and claimed, "Pardon my impudence, Alpha. I'm just worried about you. Can you bear seeing Morgan getting hurt? If the Luna can't survive, then—"
"Silence! I tolerated her too much! The threat of death will force her to talk."
"Just in case—"
"In case of nothing! Get out!" Jaxon didn't want to listen anymore and angrily threw the cocktail in his hand. The exquisite wine glass shattered on the ground, reflecting countless tiny light rays.
Looking straight at the forests on the screen, he watched Veronica's thin, pale body walk more profoundly like a ghost. Through the green leaves, the sun shines on her body, making her look paler as if you could never get to the bottom of her heart and warm her up a little. "Let's check out how sneaky she could get."
Uriel is his beta steward who has been awarded the highest medal level. He always keeps his identity in mind and never speaks much. Now, he begged him just for that stubborn woman.
"Damn it! It's all because of that woman, who dared to laugh and mocked me! She should be taught a lesson!" Jaxon's eyes burst out with a stern light, and his fingers quickly moved on the remote control to adjust the hidden monitors installed in various parts of the forest to follow Veronica.
In the picture, Veronica walked forward with no expression, step by step, with long hair scattered on her shoulders. The branches and leaves are floating around her like ripples, which makes her as pure as an elf.
"Fuck…!" Jaxon hated himself because, at this point, he still thought she was pretty. He fought with himself when Veronica suddenly lay again. That pale, beautiful face with green and white eyes is so empty that it doesn't have a soul. It's so open that it's sorrowful. It seemed like she needed protection.
*Bang*
A loud sound embraced the whole room when the remote control in his hand fell. Jaxon looked straight at the big screen, and his heart was squeezed sharply as if being held tightly by a hand, making him breathless.