Marked by Loss Chapter 04By Novel7s / May 24, 2026 Marked by Loss Chapter 04Landon’s face went pale as he shot to his feet. “Elena! Are you insane? Cursing your own daughter to die?” “You don’t deserve to be Harper’s mother. I’m bringing her back to the pack. She’s one of my heirs!” I only looked at him coldly. “Go ahead. Try to find her.” “If you think you can, take her.” He stared at me for a long moment, then spat out, “You’ll regret this,” and slammed the door. The shop manager looked awkwardly at me, hesitating before speaking. “Elena, it’s not that we don’t want to keep you on… it’s just that you’ve angered Alpha Landon…” He didn’t finish, and I already understood. “I know.” I silently packed up all my things and returned alone to my cheap apartment. When I opened the door, the walls were covered with my daughter’s portraits. I ran my fingers over their smiling faces as tears streamed down my cheeks. “Harper… If Mommy hadn’t been crippled, you wouldn’t have left so soon.” My vision blurred with tears, and I found myself thinking back to that day. The healer said they had found a bone marrow match, but the surgery would cost five hundred thousand. To gather the money, I didn’t dare sleep, selling flowers on the streets even in the dead of night. Landon’s car drove past me. He said nothing, letting Beta Nick buy all the flowers. The next morning, Genevieve stormed into the pack hospital and slapped me across the face. “You have no shame. Stay away from my mate.” “Does your daughter even know what kind of woman her mother is?” She spoke loudly, and everyone around turned to stare at me, their eyes full of disgust and contempt. I trembled with rage, struggling to defend myself. “What are you talking about? You’re the mistress!” Genevieve sneered and flaunted her bond–sealing deal. “Your bond–sealing deal is fake. Mine with Landon is real.” “I’m his one and only Luna–blessed by the Moon Goddess and accepted by the pack!” I couldn’t believe it. I lunged forward to see. Before I could reach her, she screamed and tumbled down the stairs, clutching her stomach in pain. “Landon, help me! This woman is trying to kill our child!” The next thing I knew, hands were around my neck, choking me. “How dare you!” As the pressure increased, my face turned red. Landon slammed me down the stairs. He scooped up Genevieve and dashed toward the emergency room without even glancing at me, lying in a pool of blood. I spent three days and nights in the ICU. When I woke, the healer told me I was paralyzed from the waist down. I’d be in a wheelchair for the rest of my life. At that moment, I felt like dying. But Harper still needed surgery. Because of my disability, I got fired, lost my job, couldn’t save up for my daughter’s treatment, and no pack would take us in. In the end, I had no choice but to hobble on crutches and beg Landon for money. He frowned, accusing me of playing the victim, and ordered his warriors to throw me out. At the critical moment, Genevieve stopped him, looking down at me with disdain. “You want money? Fine. Get down here and apologize. Then maybe I’ll let Landon help you.” I went still. I dragged myself forward, my legs barely holding me up. Then I sank to the floor. Genevieve sneered, curled her lip, and raised her foot, using it to twist my head aside. “Taking your sweet time. I don’t see any sincerity.” She grabbed Landon and started to leave. I completely broke down. Ignoring the pain in my legs, I slammed my fists against the floor. “I’m sorry… I know I was wrong…” “I’ll never disturb Alpha Landon and Luna again…” “Please… save my daughter…” Blood ran down my hand, and I almost blacked out. Genevieve smirked and withdrew her gaze with contempt. “See, Landon? I told you she’s a gold–digger. Fifty thousand and she’ll do anything.” “Fifty thousand? That’s not even enough to buy you a single bottle of whiskey.” Landon had only watched me coldly the entire time, his eyes full of disgust. He threw a card to the ground as if discarding trash. “Here’s five hundred thousand. Take it and get out. Don’t bother us again.” I picked up the card as if it were the last lifeline. Right before the surgery, the nurse came in and told me there was no money left on the card. I didn’t cry. I just felt a chilling emptiness. Harper held my finger, her voice barely above a whisper. “Mom… it hurts. Let’s just go home.” I held her small head close, my jaw clenched tight with anger. “Harper, don’t be afraid. Even if Mommy dies, I will get the money for your surgery.” I went to an illegal clinic and signed a contract to sell my organs. I sold every organ I could, anything to save Harper’s life. But before the surgery could be scheduled, I heard the nurse cry out in the hall, “Elena! Your daughter…” I walked numbly to the room. When I opened my eyes, I saw my daughter had slit her wrists. She lay there, so small, never to call me Mommy again. Beside her was a note, written in shaky pencil. [It’s all my fault. I’ve only made things harder for Mommy.] [I don’t want the surgery. I just want Mommy to be happy.] Now, three years had passed. For three years, I carried her photos everywhere, never daring to leave them behind. Now Landon had come, saying he wanted to see her. I held her portraits, sobbing so hard I could barely breathe. “Harper… don’t be afraid…” “Mommy’s taking you away. Somewhere he can never find.” I pushed the wheelchair and opened the door. Landon stood outside, staring at the photo in my arms, his face white as a sheet.
