Evelyn's POV
Empty. I had woken up to another empty bed. I reached the spot where my 'husband' should have slept and it was cold as ice. His scent wasn't there. It was everywhere else, but not on the bed. He hadn't slept here last night. I lay still on the bed, staring up at the ceiling, trying to fight the tears that burned the corner of my eyes. This wasn't new. This wasn't the first time. You would think that after being married for eight months, I would be used to this by now. Used to being ignored, to being tortured and tormented emotionally by a man I had foolishly given my heart to. I rolled out of bed and trudged out of my room. I could hear the maids moving around the building, cleaning and chattering. "Luna." They bowed when I walked past them, downstairs. I was following a scent. The one scent that made my heart beat faster and blood rushing through my ears. I found him in the kitchen, naked down to the waist, holding up a frying pan. His dark hair was tousled with a few strands framing his gorgeous face. My husband. Alpha Cyrus of the Eclipse pack. The strongest and the most delicious-looking man on the planet. When my father had married me off to him, it had felt like a dream come true. My life before that was hellish and painful. I lost my mother at a young age, then lost my mate, three years ago, when I turned eighteen. He died right before my eyes in a car crash. My father and brother were the worst creatures to walk the earth. It had hurt me to leave Clara, my step-sister but I had been so happy to be with Cyrus. Despite being so strong, everyone knew him to be kind. The kindest Alpha anyone had ever seen. People fought to work for him because he treated maids and workers better than any other Alpha did. Even now, he was making breakfast because our old cook, Marie, had been sick the day before. I watched his muscles flex as he set the pan on the electric cooker and poured pancake batter on it. "Are you going to stand there, or will you speak?" He snapped. That was right. My Alpha was kind. Kind to everyone but me. "Good morning," I mumbled, shifting on my feet. I wasn't sure what to say. We barely conversed and most of our conversations ended in arguments. "What do you want?" He grumbled, flipping the pancake into a plate. He didn't look at me. Not once. "Wh..." I swallowed, trying to summon the courage. I was his wife. I was his Luna. And even though I knew the answer to the question I wanted to ask, I asked anyway. "Where were you last night?" He looked at me then. The most beautiful pair of green eyes I had ever seen. They were forest green and when his wolf took over, they turned into the most liquid gold I had ever seen. They moved over my nightdress, swiftly. I blushed. There were moments, very few moments when his gaze made me feel like the only woman in his world. His jaw clenched and he bit out an answer. "I was with Raven." His response reminded me that I wasn't. To him, I was the other woman. Raven was Cyrus' childhood sweetheart. I still did not understand what the bond between them was. But when I had married Cyrus, he had spent our wedding night and most of the nights after that with Raven instead. Not me. Raven. "I see," I mumbled, blinking back the tears that threatened to spill. "If you're done interrogating," he spat and gestured at a scroll on the kitchen island. "Can you deliver this to your father?" I picked up the scroll to see it was tightly sealed. It had to be a verdict of some kind. "Okay," I mumbled, ready to leave then stopped. "I'll only do it if you come home for dinner tonight." He glared at me and then shrugged. "Do whatever you want." It wasn't a yes, but yet it wasn't exactly a no either. After a long bath and a breakfast of cereal, because my dear husband hadn't cooked my breakfast, I made my way to my father's pack. My father, Alpha James, had become Alpha of the New Moon pack by marrying my mother, the daughter of the previous Alpha. He had been mated to his mate and had two kids with her before she died mysteriously. And then he married my mother and had me. For a time, it seemed like he was the best father in the world. When my mother died, everything changed. "We're here, Luna." The driver announced, pulling up before my father's manor. "Thank you," I mumbled, trying not to shiver at the sight of the hell I was about to step into. Why did I come back here? Anyone else could deliver Cyrus' message. But I needed an excuse to see Clara. She and Roman were my father's kids with his mate. Roman was a brute to the core. But Clara was essentially nice to me. She was supposed to have married Cyrus instead but felt gravely ill. I visited her every week. She looked pale and white, I feared I would lose her. "Well, look who it is!" Roman sneered when I walked into the house. He moved quickly, blocking me from climbing the stairs. He looked exactly as father did. Brown shaggy hair, with the most malicious dark eyes I had ever seen. He reached for my hair, grabbing it harshly. I whimpered, trying to break away from his painful grip. "Hello, Evelyn." He growled. "What is a pig like you doing in my house?" "I came... I came to deliver a message," I cried, holding up the scroll. He snatched it with one hand and shoved me aside. "It's for father, Roman-" A slap streaked across my face and pain exploded behind my eyes. "Mind your fucking business, bitch!" Roman yelled, shoving me so that I hit the wall. "Roman!" My father thundered. I looked up to see him descend the stairs, an evil smile on his face. "You call that a hit? That's pathetic. Get up, girl, let me show your brother how it's done." "I'll tell my husband!" I blurted. "Like he'd believe you," Roman snickered but stepped away from me. My father shrugged, ignored me, and reached for the scroll. While they read, I quietly snuck up the stairs and made my way to Clara's room. Was she being fed properly? Roman was a brute and he probably even forgot she existed. I reached her door, ready to knock when a moan reached my ears. "Right there. Right there, Matt." That was Clara's voice. There was another voice, deeper. A man's voice. "Like that? Like that, Clara?" "Oh yes!, Yes I like that! Keep fucking me!" No. Dread coursed through me. I pushed the door open to see my sick sister on all fours, getting plowed by some man I had never met before. My 'sick' sister did not look sick at all. And she had the nerve to toss me a wink when she saw me. "Hi, Evelyn."Evelyn's POV "C-Clara," I stuttered when the couple did not stop their obscene act. "What... What's the meaning of this?" She ignored me for a while and I grew angry. "Clara, stop this right now!" She sighed, tossed me a scathing look before disentangling from her lover. Naked, she climbed off the bed and strutted toward me. The last time I had seen her, her skin had been so pale and white. Now she looked so vibrant, it was confusing. "I thought you were sick. I thought you had the disease," I whispered, backing away with each step she took toward me. "Oh, please." She scoffed. "May the goddess forbid. I am hale and hearty as you can see." Roman approached the room then. He shoved me aside, causing me to fall to the ground while he laughed cruelly. "The gig is up, Clara?" "I got tired." She shrugged while I looked on in disbelief. "For how long was I supposed to pretend to be sick? She already married the Alpha in my place, so what's the point?" I gaspe
Evelyn's POV My heart beat faster as I reread the text. Run? What did that mean? Was it Raven? Was she trying to threaten me into leaving Cyrus? "No," I shook my head, sniffing. "He's mine! Cyrus is mine!" I sent him a series of texts, demanding where he was and reminding him that he was supposed to have dinner with me. I got nothing in response, so I waited. By ten that night, my husband walked in, reeking of Raven's scent. "You're late," I sniffed, not moving an inch from where I was. He ignored me, ready to walk upstairs. "I made dinner." "It's late," he replied gruffly. "I had dinner already.” "With Raven," I spat, and heard him growl. I could hear the maids creeping out of their rooms, probably ready to witness another one of the many scenes of us arguing. "It's late, wife. If you're not eating, then go to bed.”"My name is Evelyn!" I yelled, rising from my chair and storming over to him. "And I am your Luna. Your wife. Not that crazy woman!" He stopped in h
Evelyn's POV When I woke up, it was in a ward room. I was surrounded by the relieved faces of doctors and nurses. For a minute, I wondered why I was back in the hospital. Then, it dawned on me. I hastily tried to sit up, clutching my belly. "My baby," I croaked. "Please tell me nothing happened..." The doctor's relieved expression slowly shifted into a grim look. "I apologize, Luna Evelyn." He spoke, and my stomach dropped. "By the time you were rushed here, you had lost the baby." My body trembled. I closed my eyes, leaning back into the bed, trying not to break down. "Did my husband bring me here?"There was silence. I didn't have to open my eyes to know that they were staring awkwardly at each other. Their silence meant one thing. Cyrus hadn't known I had bled all over his elevator. At least not yet. "I would like to be alone," I murmured, turning my back to the doctor and nurses. I didn't make a sound but hot tears slipped down my face as I cried. I had lost m
Evelyn's POV "Let go of me!" I screamed as the soldiers lifted me in both arms and carted me out of my home. "Let go this instant! Cyrus! Cyrus, you can't be serious!" I looked over my shoulders as I was being dragged away from my home. A maid had a sad look on her face as she closed the front door. The soldiers shoved me into a car and drove while I screamed. They arrived at the pack prison and left me down to the dungeon. A place kept for hardened criminals and dangerous people. It reeked of dirt and blood and sweat. I could hear the hollering of the prisoners as I got led through a small hallway down to a prison at the end. I had stopped screaming. What was the point? No one could save me. I had been rejected by my family, treated as dirt, and used as a pawn over and over. And then I yearned for the love of a cruel man who treated me like a prisoner. Because of his lover. "I'm sorry, Luna." One of the guards mumbled in apology as he opened the jail gate. I wal
Gaius’s POVShock! Disbelieve!I could see the two emotions clearly reflecting in her eyes. While I could understand what was going on with her - simply because I was feeling the same way - I didn’t want to prolong the matter in any way. “You…” The disbelief in her voice stretched for over ten seconds before she was able to find her voice again. “You…” And again, she lost her voice. I sighed, knowing that it was only a matter of seconds before the words would plopped out of her mouth. “Yes, we are mates,” I affirmed to her, hoping that she would let go of the matter since I already gave her the confirmation she wanted. However, she quickly proved me to be wrong. “How?!” She bellowed. At that, I got a little irritated. If she thought that I wanted to stand in front of a prison bar and go through a question and answer series, then she was wrong. Also, if she thought that the mate thing was only shocking to her, again she was wrong. I was just trying to hold off whatever roller co
Gaius’s POV. “I refuse!”The effect of the words made me feel like crossing over to the other side of the room and strangling the good for nothing man to his death. However, I knew I couldn’t. That was what brought me here in the first place when I could have easily gotten my mate out of the prison hold the man had her in. “All for the greater good!” That feminine voice came over me again, making me release the tightened fists by my sides. *Just a little bit more, and we can kill off the man.* My wolf, Leon, growled within me, also fighting for control just as I was. “Alpha Gaius!” A voice beckoned in urgency behind me. I turned around and saw my guards storming in into the room where I was with Alpha Cyrus. “We came as fast as we could.” This was from my Gama, Dan, who rushed to my side, all his body tensed to indicate that he was ever ready for whatever command I was going to issue next.“You dared to bring your soldiers into my territory?!” Alpha Cyrus stormed at me. I hiss
Evelyn’s POVTHAT MAN!Not in a million years could I ever have thought that that man would end up being my mate. A second mate at that. And how weird could it be that the man ended up looking exactly like him - my dead mate. Archer Hartwood. Just as the name came to my mind, so did the memory of us together. Even though it was only for a short while, it was one I would not forget in a hurry. And I had thought that we would have a lots of time on our hand to create many more beautiful memories. And even as I tried my best to stop the memory that threatened to burst forth, it still came. That night when he had died. It had all looked like a dream to me when one minute we were laughing and chasing each other around, and the next minute, a scream had rented the air and all I saw when I went to the place the sound came from was the dead body of my mate, Archer. Somebody had thought it fun to take a knife through the heart of the man and had left him there in his agony to fend for
Evelyn’s POV“You are free.”Those words felt like a million and one dancing butterflies in my stomach because of how excited I got at hearing them. Might never seem like a huge feat to most people, but for someone like me who has always been bounded by people and the kind of situation I found myself in, they were a whole lots. But while it felt a whole lot of good to finally be free and have the freedom to do whatever I wanted with my life, I realized that I didn’t even have anything to begin the life with. Not even a change of clothes. Sheepishly, I looked at the man whom I could now refer to as my savior. “Would you like to come with me?” He asked, even as he mounted on his bike. I didn’t wait for any other invitation before I jumped on the bike and sat behind him. Before I could say jack, he ignited the bike and zoomed off on full speed. His guards, who accompanied us, all got into the four cars that were parked around and flagged us about, still trying to protect us. At that