Chapter 307: No Regrets At All
Chapter 307 of "Mated To The Crippled Alpha" begins with intriguing events: The old woman shook her head slowly. Her face didnât change, but her refusal landed... Donât miss it!
The old woman shook her head slowly. Her face didnât change, but her refusal landed like a closed door."There are truths that cannot be shared," she said.
Riley stood beside me, quiet for once. She had come here to support me, but now the weight had shifted onto her too. I could see it in her eyes she was trying to understand something that didnât have a clean answer.
I stepped closer anyway, my voice turning rough with urgency. "Is there really no other way? Does it have to be life for life? Isnât there any loophole at all?"
She met my gaze without blinking. "This is your trial," she said simply. "To pass it, you face it as it is. Life for life. There is no alternative."
I swallowed hard.
I had suspected it. Lewis wouldnât have gone this far if there was another option.
I forced myself to breathe. "If the trial hasnât come yet... that means I can still live for now, right?"
She didnât answer, so I pushed forward, words spilling out before I could stop them.
"Then could I... could I have a child?" My throat tightened. "I want to leave him something. Someone. If I have to die, at least he wonât be alone."
The old woman studied me, sharp and still. "In principle, it isnât possible," she said. "You donât truly own this body."
My chest tightened painfully.
So Lewis knew.
That was why he kept dodging the topic. That was why his eyes always went distant when I spoke about babies. It wasnât because he didnât want them.
It was because he didnât want to break me with the truth.
But I wasnât ready to let go.
"And if we step outside of principle?" I asked, voice trembling but stubborn. "There has to be a way. Iâll do anything. Just tell me."
I dropped to my knees again, palms pressed together like prayer. My pride meant nothing now.
"Iâm begging you," I whispered. "Help me."
The old woman sighed, like sheâd been expecting me to do this all along.
"The blood-binding your adoptive parents did," she said slowly, "was a step toward anchoring you here. It was meant to tie your soul more fully to this body. That was the purpose."
Hope sparked inside me so fast it almost hurt.
"But," she added, "something is still missing."
My heart raced. "What?"
She reached into her pocket and pulled out a small, dark pill.
Riley leaned in, squinting. "That looks like a Milk Dud."
The old womanâs mouth twitched, almost a smile. "It looks simple. Donât underestimate it. I spent years making it."
She held it out to me. "If you trust me... swallow it."
I didnât hesitate.
I took it and swallowed it whole, like I was swallowing my fear with it. Like I was choosing my own fight.
Then my mind snapped to Riley.
"And Riley?" I asked quickly. "She canât have children either?"
The old woman nodded once. "Her fate is the same as yours."
My stomach dropped. I grabbed Rileyâs hand without thinking, squeezing hard.
"Then give her one too," I said. "Please. If weâre going to die, at least let us leave something behind. Let us be mothers before we go. Let our lives mean something."
The old woman reached into her robe again and handed Riley a small bottle.
"If youâre certain," she said, "you can take one now."
Riley stared at the bottle like it was heavier than stone.
My thoughts spun back to Lewis and the Stone of Duality. Only seven days left. Before I left, he had reminded me again and again to come back in two or three days.
He wasnât just being clingy.
He was watching the clock.
If I stayed in this town too long, he would come for me himself.
I looked at the old woman. "I donât want him to find out. Is there a way to stop him from sensing what Iâm doing?"
She opened her bag and pulled out another stone.
It looked almost identical to mine.
"Wear this," she said. "It will fool his senses."
I turned it over in my hand, stunned by how perfect it was.
"Who are you?" I asked before I could stop myself.
She clasped her hands behind her back, calm as the wind. "No one important," she said. "A grain of sand in a sea too wide to measure."
I slid the fake stone around my neck.
The real one heavy with Lewisâs blood, his choice, his sacrifice rested in my palm.
My fingers trembled around it.
I couldnât bring myself to destroy it with my own hands. It felt like destroying a piece of him.
But I also couldnât let him die for me.
Not for anything.
The old woman watched me for a long moment. "Elena," she said quietly, "you still have a chance to turn back. In seven days, whatâs set in motion cannot be undone."
I lifted my chin, even as my eyes burned.
"If my happiness costs his life," I said, voice steady, "then I donât want it. Not like this."
I turned toward the well.
The darkness inside it looked endless, like a mouth that had swallowed secrets for centuries.
I held the stone over it.
My chest ached so badly it felt like I was being torn in half.
Then I let go.
The stone fell without a sound and disappeared into the depths, like it had never existed at all.
A tear slid down my cheek.
I didnât wipe it away.
"Iâll never regret this," I whispered. "Not now. Not ever."
The old woman placed a light hand on my shoulder. "Use the time you have left," she said softly. "No one knows whether tomorrow comes first... or the unexpected."
"Thank you," I breathed.
Her voice turned firm again. "Iâve said all I can. Donât come back here."
She turned and walked away with slow, deliberate steps.
I knelt and bowed my head to the ground three times, gratitude rising in me like a silent prayer.
The old woman paused but didnât turn.
"Elena," she said over her shoulder, her voice carrying through the still air, "youâre stronger than I ever was. Maybe your path will be different. Go forward. Donât look back. Live without regret."
"I understand," I whispered.
A cool breeze moved through the yard, and the wind chimes sang softly, like the world was pretending this was just another afternoon.
Riley slipped the bottle into her bag, calm again, like she refused to let fear own her.
"Youâre not taking one?" I asked, surprised.
She smiled, a little mischievous. "Iâm not like you, Elena. Thereâs no one Iâd want to have a child with."
She stretched her arms like she was shaking off invisible weight. "Life doesnât come with guarantees. People die every day. What makes us special?"
Her voice turned firm. "So we live. We enjoy what we have. If death comes, at least we wonât be full of regrets."
I stared at her for a second.
Riley looked fearless.
But she didnât carry what I carried.
She didnât have a mate whose life had been offered up like a vow. She didnât have a bond that felt older than time, tugging at her ribs with every heartbeat.
I had dreamed of a child with Lewis. Of watching them grow. Of growing old with him.
Maybe this was the price of wanting too much.
Riley tugged my hand. "Itâs late. Mom and Dad are waiting."
"Yeah," I said softly, though my feet didnât want to move. "Youâre right."
As we walked away, I looked back one last time.
The old woman stood beneath the cherry blossom tree, watching us. Her eyes looked swollen, like sheâd been crying.
For a second, our eyes met.
Time stopped.
I let go of Rileyâs hand and ran back before I could think.
Before she could react, I wrapped my arms around the old woman and held her tight.
"Youâve been through a lot to get here, havenât you?" I asked, voice breaking.