Chapter 5
Rebecca’s POV
Jonah threw the knife to the floor and pulled the trembling Elara tightly into his arms.
Elara turned to him, disbelief in her eyes, and asked in a choked voice,
“Jonah, she nearly killed my mother. And you’re still protecting her?”
Her voice was sharp and heart–wrenching, every word soaked in grief.
If I weren’t the victim being framed, even I might have believed the person who hurt her mother was heartless and cruel.
But what truly shocked me… was that Jonah actually stood up for me.
Under my confused gaze, he carefully wiped the blood from Elara’s hand and said quietly,
“I just don’t want your hands to be stained.”
Then he pushed Elara aside and slowly walked toward me.
His icy eyes locked onto mine, sending an involuntary shiver down my spine.
My instincts told me to run, but my body was too weak to move.
“Jonah, I didn’t hurt her mom! It was her mother who tied me up and staged this whole thing! If you don’t believe me, just-”
Before I could finish, he drove the dagger straight through the back of my hand.
The pain was so intense that the blood I had been forcing down surged up uncontrollably and spilled from my mouth.
Jonah stood there, his face splattered with my blood, looking like a demon straight from hell. And yet he still had the nerve to mutter.
“Why didn’t you… dodge?”
Dodge? How? I was still weak from the wolfsbane, paralyzed and helpless.
It couldn’t have been clearer–when a man loves you, and when he doesn’t.
Back then, if I so much as stayed in bed a few minutes longer, he’d panic, thinking I was ill and insist on dragging me to the pack doctor for a full checkup.
But now, he didn’t even notice my silent struggle or the bruises forming on my neck.
All he cared about was avenging Elara. And he did it… by stabbing me.
“Rebecca, don’t blame me,” he said coldly. “This is your punishment for what you did.”
He’d decided–no questions asked–that I was the kind of monster who’d slaughter someone over a man.
The pack doctor arrived quickly and began treating Elara and her mother.
Their group left shortly after, swift and efficient-
But I was left behind, forgotte
in a corner, lying in a pool of my own blood, a silver blade still embedded in the back of
“I don’t want a mate like this anymore,” Mia said weakly, a single tear sliding down her cheek.
“Me neither.” I lay on the cold floor, staring up at the pitch–black ceiling–it felt like I was staring into my future.
But this… this would not be my future.
I reached for a stone beside me and started striking it–again, and again.
“Hello?”
It was a passing she–wolf, kind enough to help, who got me to a hospital. When I woke up, I filed a police report.
my hand.
Jonah finally showed up at the hospital. But the first thing he said was, “Rebecca, what the hell are you trying to do? The evidence and witnesses all point
to you–are you insane? Withdraw the report right now. I won’t let a criminal become my Luna
I didn’t even bother looking at him. Just muttered a flat, “Fine.”
Satisfied with my answer, he left without another word of concern. Chapter 5
The day I was discharged, I returned to the pack to gather my things–only to find the pack house covered in balloons, flowers, and festive decorations. Even the front door lock had been changed.
I slipped in through the back and went straight to his room. There, I found the same silver dagger he used to seal the mate bond with Elara.
I packed quickly and rushed to the airport–if I didn’t leave now, I’d miss the wedding.
Before boarding, I pulled out the dagger still stained with Jonah’s blood. Holding it tightly, I sliced across the center of my palm.
“I, Rebecca Fisher of the Blackmoon Pack, reject Jonah Harper, Alpha of the Silverclaw Pack, to be my mate.”
Blood trickled from my palm as 1 felt our mate bond being ripped apart. The pain was excruciating.
Mia whimpered inside me, but she supported my choice.
“Well done,” she whispered.
I smiled faintly, tossed the dagger into a trash bin, and boarded the plane.
When the flight landed, I received calls from the police and my lawyer with the latest updates on the case.
Looking at the solid evidence they’d uncovered, I sent Jonah a final message:
“Happy wedding day.”
