When I woke up again, Cayden was sitting by the bed, looking completely worn out.

As soon as he saw me open my eyes, he said in a rare soft tone, "I saved Rosie first because she's too fragile to handle any complications."

I replied calmly, "I understand."

He seemed relieved, then added, "You'll need to donate blood again in a few days. Please take care of yourself."

I gave a bitter laugh in my heart.

So, he only stayed here to make sure nothing happened to Rosie's blood bank.

After a long pause, he said, "I promised your mother I'd take care of you, so I'll still look after you even after my bonding ceremony with Rosie."

I lifted my eyes and answered him silently in my head. "Too bad, I don't need your concern anymore."

After that day, he never showed up again.

I handled the discharge on my own. Just as I stepped into the main lobby, I saw a stretcher being rushed into the ER.

Cayden was right next to it, looking panicked, and the one lying on the stretcher was Rosie.

My head started ringing.

In my last life, I refused the transfusion, and Rosie died.

This time, I had already agreed to it. Why was this still happening?

I didn't have time to think and just followed them straight in.

Outside the ER, Cayden sat on a bench, looking utterly dazed and broken.

He told me that Rosie had a severe allergic reaction to a certain herb, which caused internal bleeding.

After a while, the doctor came out of the emergency room with a grim face. "Her condition is critical. We need to perform an emergency blood transfusion immediately."

"Is the donor here? Is she well enough for surgery?"

Before he could answer, I said from behind him, "I'm good to go, doctor. Let's do it."

The tragedy from my last life wasn't going to repeat itself. I just wanted to end all of this quickly, to leave this place and cut all ties with them.

Cayden's expression was hard to read as he muttered, "Thank you."

I didn't respond. I just pulled out my phone and moved up the flight I'd already booked to this afternoon.

30 minutes later, I was lying on the operating table. I wasn't scared, just relieved.

But just then, a nurse rushed in, looking panicked. "We've got a problem. There's only one dose of anesthesia left. It's only enough for one person!"

The doctor immediately went out to speak with Cayden.

The next second, I heard his voice that came without a moment of hesitation. "Use it on Rosie. She has a blood disorder and can't take the pain."

My heart completely sank.

The doctor came back in and looked at me with sympathy. "Ms. Smith, you'll have to stay fully conscious during the procedure since there isn't enough anesthesia. It's going to be extremely painful. You can still back out if you want."

"No. I can handle it," I said calmly.

Even though I'd already expected this, it still hurt.

My loving older brother, my only family, always made the same choice.

The pain during the surgery was worse than I ever could've imagined. Cold machines churned inside me, and every extraction felt like it was ripping my soul out along with my blood.

I bit down hard but couldn't stop myself from screaming. By the time it was over, I had already passed out from the pain.

When I woke up again, there was no one by my side.

A young nurse came in to change my dressing. Seeing I was awake, she muttered, "Your brother's something else. Letting you go through surgery without anesthesia just to save his mate…"

I forced a bitter smile but didn't respond.

Who would believe I was actually his fated mate?

After the nurse left, I checked the time. I had two hours before my flight.

I tried to get out of bed, but a sharp, tearing pain shot through my body, stopping me in my tracks.

Still, the thought of finally leaving gave me strength. I gritted my teeth and pushed myself upright, one hand gripping the bed for support.

I struggled to get dressed, grabbed the agreement I'd already prepared to officially sever our sibling relationship, and dragged myself step by step to Rosie's ward.

Cayden was sitting beside her, completely focused on her sleeping face, not noticing me at all.

It wasn't until I handed him the agreement that he finally shot me an impatient glance before turning right back to her.

He didn't even look at the content, assuming it was some property paperwork. Without hesitation, he grabbed a pen.

"You did well this time. What do you want? A car? A house? Name it," he said absentmindedly as he signed his name.

I took the signed papers and finally breathed easy before turning to leave.

But he frowned and asked, "You just had surgery and are still weak. Where are you going?"

My throat was dry, and I could feel that my body was about to collapse. "The hospital's stuffy. I'm just going out for a walk."

He looked at my back and, for once, said something that sounded a little like concern. "It's windy. Don't stay out too long."

I hummed a quiet "mm", but deep down, I was bidding him farewell.

I grabbed my luggage and dragged this broken body onto a flight headed straight for the warzone.

Sunlight streamed through the window and landed softly on me. I took one last look at the city I'd lived in for so many years.

Goodbye to the most pathetic love I'd clung to in both lives.

Goodbye, Cayden.

From now on, I wouldn't be the pack's disgrace anymore.

And I'd never love you again.