My Made‑Up Werewolf Mate Sent Me Gifts Chapter 06

My Made‑Up Werewolf Mate Sent Me Gifts Chapter 06: How I Died

“Vee, you later became mates with Logan, right?”

“Nonno? Why are you here?”

Nonno walked in, his eyes red.

He was wearing his hearing aid.

He must have heard everything I said.

I sniffed.

“Yes, Nonno. Logan Blackwood and I became mates. Unfortunately…”

Unfortunately, I had an accident only one month after we became mates.

When Nonno left, Logan and I had only just started dating.

After dating for three years, we held the Moon Goddess ceremony.

“So, Officer Mara, I really do have a mate. The gifts I received were sent by my mate through the bloodfire

ritual. The money was from him too. That’s why nothing can be traced.”

But logically, things sent by a living werewolf through the bloodfire ritual should only be received once the

soul reached the true Moonfield.

Why was I able to receive them in The Pale?

I had no idea.

Thankfully, Mara believed me.

After all, I had clearly described her dreams.

Or maybe she had remembered something too.

Either way, after that, she did not come after me again.

That night, I dreamed again.

But this was not an ordinary dream.

It was the Mate Bond.

The spiritual link between True Mates.

Logan’s face became clearer and clearer.

It was exactly the same face from the earlier dream, the one that had asked me pitifully why I did not want

his gifts.

“Sweetie,” he said “Did you receive the money I sent you?”

I nodded.

Yes. I received it.”

His pupils trembled.

“Sweetie, you can hear me!”

Then he started crying.

“Sweetie, I miss you so much.”

Sigh.

He was still like this.

A crybaby who needed me to coax him.

I skillfully pulled him into my arms.

At least in the dream, I could do that.

I comforted him.

“Stop crying. I don’t know how much time we have to see each other. Let’s hurry. I need to ask you some

questions.”

Logan quickly wiped away his tears and kissed me.

“Ask me, Sweetie.”

From Logan, I pieced everything together.

After I left, he was broken for a long time.

Until one day, the Mate Bond became clear from his side.

He “saw” my life in The Pale.

I ate, slept, worked, and shopped.

The difference was that he was not beside me.

Neither were my parents or friends.

But Nonno, who had already passed away, was there.

Logan realized this was The Pale.

The gray realm after a werewolf’s death.

He could not meet or speak with me directly.

But he could sense what I desired.

“I heard you liked that lipstick set, so I bought it and burned it for you.”

I was shocked.

“You burned the entire lipstick set?”

He looked as if that were obvious.

“You wanted it. Spending money on my mate is only right.”

The coat was also something he bought in the real world and burned for me.

Was that why I could receive the physical item here?

After all, very few people would burn something that expensive.

And Nonno’s hearing aid.

Logan dreamed I was planning to buy one, so the moment he woke up, he bought one and burned it for

Nonno.

But after he burned it and returned home, the hearing aid mysteriously reappeared in his hand, completely

intact.

“I was terrified at first. Then I realized you must have refused the delivery on your side,” Logan said, then started crying again. “Babe, I was so upset. I thought you knew it was from me. I thought you didn’t want my

things. I thought you didn’t love me anymore…”

It took me a long time to coax him.

Then I asked about the money.

He said, “If you don’t want gifts, then of course I have to send money. But don’t worry. I definitely didn’t burn real money. I burned fake bills, then donated the real money to charity in your name.”

So that was it.

Maybe it was his obsession.

Maybe it was a bug in The Pale.

Either way, I understood his intentions.

I understood his love too.

“Logan, for the rest of your life, you must live well.”

I kissed his forehead.

Then the Mate Bond broke.