The Alpha Faked Depression to Win My Love Chapter 06

The Alpha Faked Depression to Win My Love Chapter 06

LYRA 

The post on the school forum continued to 

spread. 

As I walked back to the dorm, students on both 

sides of the path whispered and pointed. 

I was too consumed by thoughts of Rowan to 

notice someone deliberately slamming into my 

shoulder. 

A figure stepped between us. 

“Do you ever watch where you’re going?” 

I looked over. 

Kieran stood beside me in a baseball cap, glaring 

at the student who had hit me. 

His voice drew even more attention. 

People stopped walking. 

Several raised their phones and aimed the 

cameras at our faces. 

“The cheating bastard and his whore.” 

“They still dare to walk around together?” 

I ignored them and frowned at Kieran. 

“Why are you here?” 

He looked down at me, his eyes heavy with 

concern. 

“I made a post explaining that you knew nothing 

about Sabrina.” 

“But I was still worried someone might attack you. 

Like that person just did.” 

I rubbed my aching shoulder and glared at him. 

As if any of this would have happened without 

him. 

“Have you… these past few days…” 

Before he could finish, a stone flew toward my 

face. 

Kieran sensed it before I did. 

He stepped in front of me. 

I turned toward the place it had come from. 

A boy in a denim jacket disappeared quickly into 

the crowd. 

Kieran had moved fast, but the stone still cut 

across his cheek. 

Blood ran down his face. 

He covered the wound and winced. 

Then he kept glancing at me from the corner of his 

eye. 

As if he were waiting for me to comfort him. 

I sighed. 

“Kieran, you don’t have to do this.” 

“There is no future for us.” 

“Nothing you do will make me turn back.” 

The hope in his eyes went dark. 

Then, as though comforting himself, he 

murmured, “I’m not giving up.” 

“What are you even holding on to?” 

I truly did not understand. 

He had treated my heart like a toy. 

Why was he clinging to his mistake instead of 

finding another target? 

“I’ve never hurt like this before. I’ve never regretted 

anything this much.” 

“I don’t understand it either. The feeling is strange.” 

“Since you left, my wolf has searched for your 

scent every night.” 

“We aren’t fated mates. But my wolf knew before I 

did that I couldn’t live without you.” 

“All I know is that I love you, and I wronged you.” 

“Seeing you, or doing something for you, is the only thing that makes the guilt hurt less.” 

The silver ring on the middle finger of his left hand 

caught the light from the streetlamp. 

Its shine looked cheap. 

Just like the year we had spent together. 

A mistake. 

Worth nothing. 

Late that night, the post accusing me of being a 

homewrecker was deleted. 

By morning, the abuse that had flooded the forum. 

had been wiped clean. 

Sabrina never came after me again. 

Life returned to its old calm. 

Except for Kieran. 

His daily attempts to appear in front of me 

became their own kind of exhaustion. 

One sleepless night, I entered the account name. 

and password Rowan had left behind. 

It opened his art page. 

He had more than three hundred thousand 

followers. 

In that world, he had already made a small name 

for himself. 

His username was Wintervine. 

Since childhood, Rowan had shown astonishing 

talent in both art and music. 

I had never been able to give him the finest 

lessons. 

Money had always been tight. 

But even inside that narrow life, he had found a 

way to shine. 

I scrolled through his old posts. 

At first, most of his paintings showed fluffy 

animals and scenes from nature. 

Then came the same turning point. 

The commercial performance during the second. 

semester of his freshman year. 

After that, the soft animals became enormous 

black creatures. 

They swallowed him. 

They ripped him apart. 

Looking back, everything had happened too 

quickly. 

Only two months passed between the day I 

discovered he had started taking antidepressants 

and the day he died. 

During those weeks, he was angry and unstable. 

Again and again, I tried to reach him. 

Again and again, he shut the door in my face. 

I had been confused and helpless. 

So I gave him the space he demanded. 

After Rowan left me, I needed a reason badly 

enough to tear the world apart. 

But everyone gave me the same answer. 

Depression. 

Suicide. 

“You know Rowan, the Omega singer from the 

music department?” 

“I heard he killed himself because he was 

depressed.” 

“Seriously?” 

“It has to be true. The academy has been holding 

all those mental health seminars because of him.” 

I had overheard two girls saying those words as I 

returned to the dorm after arranging Rowan’s 

funeral. 

Eventually, I let the truth placed in front of me. 

numb me. 

I surrendered to it. 

I accepted his death and stopped searching for 

another explanation. 

Now the things Rowan left behind had torn open 

another wound. 

The room was quiet except for my roommates‘ 

uneven breathing. 

My hand paused over the mouse. 

Then I opened Rowan’s private messages. 

Most were from followers asking when he would 

post again. 

At first, people had messaged him every day. 

But Rowan had been gone for two years. 

Almost no one remembered Wintervine anymore. 

Except one account. 

Its profile picture showed a winter landscape. 

Its name was Creek. 

For two years after Rowan’s death, the account had sent him messages without stopping. 

Confessions. 

Tears. 

Regret. 

Words that could no longer reach him. 

From the messages, I realized the person behind 

the account was also a student at Blackthorn 

Academy. 

The most recent one said: 

Rowan, I’m sorry. 

I know the truth now, but I have no way to avenge 

you. 

As I read it, the gray profile icon suddenly lit up. 

Creek had come online. 

I typed a message. 

I’m Lyra, Wintervine’s sister. 

Can we meet? 

A few seconds later, the answer appeared. 

Yes.