Chapter 10

Isabella's POV
But I was an orphan and grew up in an orphanage. What connection could I have with skeletons that have been dead for years?
I didn't understand what this was about, but I just kept looking at them. I even felt reassured by this.
"Now that we've seen them, we can't go and leave them here. That would be too unethical." Elijah said. "It's better to bury them."
"That's kind of the point." I nodded, agreeing with him.
But just then, I saw that his arm was dripping blood down. There was a very deep cut on it that looked even longer than my hand.
"You're hurt....I'm sorry."
My heart cringed with pain. If I hadn't insisted on going back to the pack today, then he wouldn't have been hurt.
I took out the medical kit which I carried with me, cleaned his wounds and wrapped them carefully again.
He clenched his teeth and frowned, and it hurt me even more to see him.
"Have some rest first. I'll do the rest." I pressed him to the floor and sat him down.
Soon, I had a campfire lit beside him. He didn't push back and just sat there watching me dig the pit.
Those corpse bones were too much, I dug several pits, but they couldn't still completely deal with the bones.
At the end of the day, only the pair of tightly embraced bodies remained.
"I'm going to dig a separate pit for you guys so you'll sleep with just each other forever." I looked at the pair of bones.
They couldn't answer me, but I thought they should feel happy. I didn't know what their story was, but I thought it must be poignant, but happy.
When I was finally done with that, I turned to Elijah.
"Come here. " He opened his arms at me and smiled gently.
I came up to him and was held in his arms.
His body was warm and dry, with a woody aroma. I couldn't help but bury my head in his arms.
We looked at the sky together, and I was afraid we're going to spend the night here.
Looking at the stars in the sky, being on top of the bones of so many breeders, I suddenly felt that hiding my past was not a good solution.
I was not wrong, it was Liam who developed the breeder system; and Liam was the one who did all those wrong and bad things.
I turned my head to look at Elijah and gently pushed him aside, putting distance between the two of us.
"I think there's something you need to know, about me." I moved back again, afraid that he would lean over and interfere with me.
"Actually, I'm from the White Birch Pack, also the latest chosen breeder." I took a deep breath and said slowly.
I could tell that Elijah was completely shocked by the news.
"I grew up in an orphanage. I had a serious illness as a child, which caused my wolf to wake up earlier than normal. She took me through all kinds of training. I always thought these trainings would make me a woman warrior." I was completely absorbed in my memories.
"But suddenly one day they told me that I had been chosen to be a breeder and I was to give birth to offspring for those warriors. But I didn't want to just die in the endless reproduction, so I ran away." I looked up at him, as my eyes moistened up, but I did my best to control myself from crying over it.
"If you reject me for this reason, I can very well understand. After all, these experiences of mine do not allow me to be a competent mate. You are the Alpha of this wolf pack, and you deserve a better mate."
I almost didn't dare to look at him after I finished speaking and just looked down at the ground in front of me.
I was very worried about where I should go if he really chose to reject me and cut off the connection between us. Becoming a lone wolf without a home and wandering in the forest was the best ending I could think of.
But to my surprise, Elijah took me directly into his arms.
Elijah's POV
In fact, I really never thought that Isabella is actually the escaped breeder that Oliver said.
When I first heard about the White Birch Pack's breeder system earlier, I felt nothing but anger. How could an Alpha set up such a cruel system?
But when I knew that Isabella almost became a breeder, I just felt heartbroken, but at the same time I was very afraid. If we hadn't met in the cave that day, would she have been taken away and gone through hell?
My Luna is obviously so good, and she has such pride and her own self-esteem, how could she stand such insults?
All I could feel was a pain in my chest, my front and back felt like being stabbed by a sharp sword, and it hurt so much I could barely breathe.
"But the strange thing is that when I escaped outwards that day, there wasn't any of the guards." She recalled carefully and frowned. "There was another man who followed me from a distance as I left, but I don't think he meant any harm."
I couldn't bear to let her remember these things, but now that I thought about it, I might be able to understand her better if I could communicate these things properly.
Her words reminded me of those letters from Oliver.
"I thought about it, and maybe the man who meant no harm was the doctor from White Birch Pack. But in fact, he's my Beta Oliver."
That friend of mine is so skilled that he got into the White Birch Pack through some sort of disguise.
Looking at it now this thing really helped me.
Not only did it help me guard the wolves, but it helped me find my mate.
Isabella's POV
I felt Elijah's emotions from among the links as a mate. He felt sad, even resentful, for my past.
All of these emotions came up because of me, and I knew he saw me as his closest companion.
I felt much grateful for the Moon Goddess for letting me meet him, and I would give my all to him.
"In that case, it should really have been him at that time. When he comes back, I must go and thank him. But if that's the case, won't it be dangerous for him to stay at White Birch Pack?"
In my perception, Liam has always been a person with a strong desire for revenge. Once someone betrays him, he will torture the other person in the most cruel way.
"Don't worry, you don't need to worry about him, he's very strong."
Elijah looked at me and said seriously, "I will avenge you."
"Everyone there worships Liam and is absolutely obedient to his orders. But at the same time Liam is also extremely brutal. If you fight directly, I'm afraid you won't see a particularly good result." I took out the notebook I carried with me and slipped it into his hand. It had all the information I had gathered at the time in order to escape.
"But while I was preparing to escape, I recorded all these specific data. Their guards, the combat power..."
"Thank you, dear."
His expression was clearly somewhat moved, but more than anything else, he was heartbroken.
"There's something I think you might need to know, the White Birch Pack is very different indeed from the rest of the pack." He took my hand in his.
"White Birch Pack was created by a few hooligans to satisfy their own selfish desires. The very first group of women were also snatched by them. But by now, it seems that everyone is slowly acquiescing to their existence. But I don't think wolf packs like them should exist."
My hands trembled and I felt nothing but blackness in front of my eyes.
How could I live in a place like that? And even before that I thought it was nice there?
I felt a sudden retching and couldn't stop dry heaving. Then a large warm hand patted on my back. Elijah gently patted my back to help me smooth my breath.
"You don't have to worry, I'll solve it for you."
I nodded my head.
But then I thought of Emma, my friend who grew up with me in the orphanage. She still lived there, and I didn't know how she was doing.
What worried me was that I remembered that she was one of those people who were very passionate about the status of "breeder".
"I want to go, too." I looked at him firmly. "I want to beat the White Birch Pack guys myself."
"No, you can't go. That's too dangerous."
Elijah's expression grew serious, and just then I reached out and took hold of his penis.
His expression instantly twisted up and his eyes looked downward.
"I'm in control of your destiny." I increased the force of my hand a little. "Do you want to think about it more seriously?"
"Okay, I'll protect you. Can we think about something else for now?" His expression was no longer as torn as it had been earlier, but it was clear I had flipped a different switch.
I felt the heat coming from my hand and quickly let go of it.
"Sure." I moved up and hugged him.
"Hiss..." he suddenly frowned, and I followed his gaze. The wound that had just been bandaged was oozing some blood.
"This is okay." He reluctantly hitched his arm around my waist. "I promise you, it's really going to be okay."
I picked his hand up and pressed it to the ground. This is the wilderness after all, and it's obviously not a good thing if the wound condition worsens. But now it's clear that getting him to stop is unlikely.
"I have limited medication here, and a torn wound is more trouble." I pressed him whole to the ground. But this position was inexplicably familiar to me.
"Maybe we can switch today. You're hurt, so it's better to let me do it. "I suddenly thought of something and chuckled as I pressed myself against him.