Chapter 8
Rebecca’s POV
When the pack’s matchmaker asked if I was willing to become Evan’s Luna, I smiled and declared my answer loud and clear-“Yes.”
Evan did the same, and under the gaze of both packs, he marked me.
All my life, the only time I had ever gone against my family’s wishes was when I chose to be with Jonah.
I always thought it was the Moon Goddess‘ plan. Jonah was my destined mate, and that nothing could go wrong.
But reality was cruel. Men changed.
I had loved him wholeheartedly for six years. In the end, not only did I lose everything, but I also returned with a heart broken beyond repair.
I had always cared about my appearance, yet I’d never suffered such a severe injury before.
The doctor said that even though my hand would heal, it would always bear a scar.
I accepted this calmly, as it was the price I paid for defying my family and pursuing Jonah.
From the moment he repeatedly refused to visit my pack and meet my parents, their opinion of him had soured.
But Evan–his wedding gift to me was his unwavering devotion, laid bare for all to see.
Before exchanging rings, Evan took a pair of gloves from his pocket and carefully put them on my hands.
“I heard your hand was injured,” he explained. “So I prepared these. After all, every woman wants to look her best, right?”
He gazed at me tenderly, his eyes full of nothing but me.
A man like this–one who saw only me–was worth spending my life with.
Even if there’s no love, I believe in my parents‘ judgment.
Considering my injury, Evan had canceled some of the original wedding plans, yet despite that, our grand wedding still outshined Jonah’s.
The wedding concluded smoothly. My parents didn’t ask why I had suddenly switched grooms, but reluctantly sent me to Evan’s pack, reminding me to cherish the man in front of me.
As soon as they left, Evan eagerly took me to the pack doctor.
The pack doctor performed a thorough checkup and offered several scar–removal solutions.
Evan frowned the entire time, his hands tightly clenched into fists.
Travis, who had rushed back after sending my parents home, looked even more grim.
I reached up and smoothed their frowns away with a laugh.
“Don’t worry,” I said lightly, “The doctor said he would do his best to help me get rid of the stars. Who doesn’t have a few scars anyway? It’s not even on my face–why the long faces?”
But Travis had already figured out what happened.
After all, Jonah’s wedding had turned out far more chaotic than expected.
Jonah went crazy, calling me repeatedly.
But I didn’t answer any of his calls.
When he couldn’t reach me, he turned to my brother through his lawyer, desperate.
Travis glanced at the caller ID and shot to his feet, unleashing a torrent of curses.
“Jonah, you bastard! Who the hell gave you the right to stab my sister? You better have a damn good explanation, or I swear-”
Meanwhile, Evan sneered and, in a voice barely audible to me, muttered:
“He’s going to pay for his blood debt. No explanation needed.”
I turned sharply to look at Evan, but his lips were still tightly pressed together.
The only difference was that his eyes were narrowed, looking like a predator ready to pounce on its prey.
Chapter 8
“Evan, what did you just say?”
I was afraid he might do something impulsive for my sake, but he smiled at me with a playful look in his eyes:
“Darling, I said you look beautiful today.”
I rolled my eyes in response.
After Travis finished yelling at Jonah, he still seemed unsatisfied and ranted about going to Emberstone. Before I could stop him, Evan took Travis aside and spoke with him for a while.
Miraculously, Travis, who had been fuming with anger, was calmed down by Evan.
He was the first person, besides my parents and me, to manage to soothe Travis‘ temper.
I couldn’t help but feel a strange familiarity with Evan.
It was as if he was meant to be part of my family.
ྃ ཇ ཝྃ ྃ ༴ དྷྭ ཇ ཚ ༀ གཽ གཽ གཽ
After consulting with the doctor about several precautions and dietary restrictions, Evan finally took me back to the pack house.
On the way, I couldn’t help but ask Evan how he had calmed Travis down.
He only smiled and stayed silent.
Evan’s POV
“Alpha, you called for me?”
I sat behind the desk in my study, gesturing for my beta to enter.
“You’ve heard about Jonah?”
“Yes, Alpha,” my beta nodded, waiting for my instructions.
“Make him regret it. I want him to pay.”
