The Brave Human Mate

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Healer Rhea's POV

Rhea's heart ached, and not in a good way. Course, there had been a written apology hand delivered by Cedric. But she had resented her words of releasing him from his duties as a personal guard.

And thus, ended immediate contact.

This was exactly what Rhea did not want, to have the survivors of the Rogue King make a secluded area of the pack. But with last night's visitor causing a ruckus, and that male being the Alpha of the pack, things were far too unsettled for her to even try to get out of bed.

No, she felt sick to her stomach—In addition to the side effects of her bi-weekly tonic.

Even now, as the sky was settling to calming and cool tones, Rhea still felt no need to get up. The only thing she could feel strength in doing was eating the smallest portions to be able to take her tonics.

But even then, she was wondering if there was ever a point, that the trials she's faced were worth it.

Perhaps I should've just burned away when given the chance. It was cruel that things were turning in this way, but damn it all, how was she meant to feel?

It was naive to think an Alpha would want her.
It was also naive to think she could leave the Rogue King's grasp without any leftover damage.

Was this the reaction that everyone had been waiting on?

Rhea had been the shoulder for dozens of members, making time to spend with each and every member and working toward a wonderful future.

For Osmin, it was the reason why he and Lillian refused to allow her to live alone.
Why her males didn't take the opportunity to manage a bit of separation, no, everyone was on edge when this was meant to happen.

And here she was, feeling the utter downfall to surviving.

Yet Lillian had not allowed for this sort of moping. Not one damn bit, even if everyone begged her to leave Rhea alone—It had lasted up until ten minutes after dinner had been placed before her.

And she had already taken her small nibbles, but it still twisted up her stomach that she was afraid to eat any more than she had.

"Rhea! This is awful behavior, no one has heard from you all day!" Lillian shouted, pounding on the other side of the door. And when she was given no response, it had swung open—And a very pregnant and very livid witch had come forward at the foot of her bed with her hands on her hips.

At any other time, Rhea would laugh at how misplaced her stomach made the stance, but there was no push to make such a comment.

"Rhea—"

"No point."

"Course there's a point. Rescheduling your pamphlet will only set things back, there are people waiting on your answers and wisdom." It earned Lillian a pointed stare, one that was dull and did not wavier the same motivation it had in the last coming weeks. "Sweetheart—"

"It's no point—No point in hiding behind academics or a need to feel needed." The witch sighed, this was more than a heartbreak, it was a coming of title. Perhaps Rhea was content with her life in a small one-room shack. But now she was involved with so many members day to day that it suddenly became overwhelming.

Not to mention that the wolf she loved had ripped her heart and squashed it, all in less than a year.

"Rhea, you are much better a person than that wolf could even manage." She whispered, coming to sit right beside her knees and taking to soothing her side, cautious of her wound.