The Alpha NCL Star's Regret: Death Awaiting You, A New Life For Me!

CRYSTAL LAKE CITY NCL SPORTS INFIRMARY.

Inside one of the private examination rooms of the NCL Sports Infirmary, Neavah Knox sat completely still, staring at the blood-test results spread across the desk.

She had been looking at the same report for nearly a full minute without realizing she had stopped breathing.

Across from her, Caleb, the head sports-health healer and her assistant, slowly removed his glasses and placed them beside the medical equipment.

After years of examining athletes and supernatural blood conditions, Caleb had learned how to remain calm when delivering difficult results. But this result was different. His expression was unusually heavy.

“Neavah,” he said quietly.

She looked up. “Yes, Caleb?”

He glanced down at the blood report once more before meeting her eyes, “This results are conclusive.”

Neavah’s fingers tightened around the edge of the chair, “What did you find?”

Caleb took a slow breath, “The blood sample has been contaminated with very feral poison.”

Her brows pulled together, “Contaminated with what kind of poison, and how feral?”

He hesitated. “Purple Wolfsbane.”

The words made the room suddenly feel colder. Neavah stared at him, “That means I was right? What I suspected was real?”

“It seems so. And as you instructed, we repeated the test several times,” Caleb said. “I also checked the sample personally. So there is no mistake.”

Neavah shook her head slowly, broken. “Purple Wolfsbane poisoning doesn't happen accidentally.”

“I know.”

“And whoever has this in their blood…” Caleb stared bit cut himself off, looking down at the report, “The condition is already severe.”

Neavah's heartbeat quickened, “What happens to the blood owner?”

Caleb remained silent for a moment, then he finally answered. “Well, the Poisoning is so feral and severe that now the blood owner has approximately twenty-five days to live.”

The room went completely still.

Twenty-five days? Neavah stared at the report as if the number might somehow change if she looked at it long enough. It can't be.

This person was only twenty-eight, young and has a whole career ahead of them. Twenty-five days was not enough time for such a young werewolf to live.

Her voice came out barely above a whisper, “You're saying the blood owner has only twenty-five days left?”

Caleb nodded, “Unless the poisoning is treated.”

“Then treat it.”

Caleb's expression tightened, “There is only one person who can completely cure Purple Wolfsbane poisoning.”

Neavah looked at him, “Who?”

“The Moonlight Healer.”

A strange silence followed. Neavah lowered her gaze. The answer was almost ironic because she was the successor of the Moonlight Healer bloodline.

But Caleb continued before she could tell him that. “The problem is that the Moonlight Healer bloodline has been hidden for 100 years after the last Moonlight Healer died treating a very peculiar illness known as the Scatfang Virus. Very few people know where the true successor is.”

Neavah remained quiet.

Caleb studied her carefully, “If the person carrying this poison cannot reach the Moonlight Healer before those twenty-five days are over…”

He stopped.

Neavah nodded. She understood. There would be no second chance for the person.

She slowly gathered the blood report in her hands.

“Twenty-five days you said,” she murmured.

Caleb nodded. “Yes.”

She stood from the chair, still holding the report.

***

Outside the examination room, Alpha Langston Hill stood beside a beautiful young woman.

Langston was twenty-eight, the famous NCL Clawball star whose name was known throughout Crystal Lake City.

The woman beside him was Titi Rose.

She looked at him nervously before touching her stomach. “Alpha Langston…”

He glanced at her, “What is it, baby?”

“What if I really am carrying your spawn?”

Langston frowned, “You already took the test and it came out negative.”

“I know.” Titi lowered her eyes, “But what if the test was wrong?”

Langston sighed, “That’s why we're at the infirmary, not so?"

Titi looked at him carefully, “You're not angry?”

“Why would I be angry?”

She hesitated, “Because you already have a mate. Luna Neavah. She is an Alpha and fit to be by your side, but I am just an Omega."

Langston's expression remained unchanged. “We'll deal with it if it's true that you are carrying my pup.”

Titi gave a small smile.

Then a voice from inside the examination room reached them through the closed door.

“From the test, it's just approximately twenty-five days before death.”

Both of them froze.

Titi slowly turned toward the door, “Did he just say someone has twenty-five days before they died?”

Langston's brows furrowed.

Caleb's voice continued from inside. “Unless the person finds the Moonlight Healer…”

Titi's eyes widened, “That person in there only has twenty-five days? How can such a thing happen?”

Langston shrugged, “It's possible.”

Titi looked troubled, “That's horrible. What a pity.”

But Langston's expression remained indifferent. It was none of their concern.

Before either of them could say anything else, the examination-room door opened and Neavah stepped outside. Her face was pale, and she held the medical report tightly in one hand.

She took one step forward then she stopped as her eyes landed directly on Langston. For a moment, neither of them moved until Langston's indifferent expression changed.

“Neavah?” he called her.

She stared at him.

The woman beside him followed his gaze, her eyes widened. “Wait…” She looked at Langston, “Isn't she your mate? Luna Neavah?”

Langston's jaw tightened.

Neavah said nothing. Her gaze moved from Langston to Titi. The woman was standing far too close to her mate. Neavah's fingers tightened around the report.

What was Langston doing here? And why was Titi Rose, the Pack's filthy Omega, standing beside him like they belonged together?

Langston's eyes dropped to the report in Neavah's hand and his expression changed again, into something cold this time. “You were the one inside there?”

Neavah didn't say anything. She remained silent, trying to figure out why Langston was here and with a slutty woman.

His eyes narrowed, “So you're the one who has twenty-five days left to live?”

Titi looked between them, “Alpha Langston…” she grabbed his arm, timidly. "Don't speak to the Luna with such harsh tone."

"No! I want to know," he ignored her.

For a moment, Neavah waited for concern. She waited for the Alpha she was in love with to step toward her and ask her with concern.

Instead, Langston gave a cold laugh, “Twenty-five days? Really? You?"

Neavah looked directly into his eyes. There was no sympathy there or fear of loosing her. No concern either, only coldness.

Langston reached for Titi and pulled her closer.

Titi looked surprised, “Alpha Langston, in front of the Luna?”