Chapter 2

Evelyn’s POV

I was carried back to my room that day. The pain and the images in my head almost killed me. I couldn’t get out of bed for the next 3 days.

And Tristan never bothered to check on me once. I heard that he was busy taking Leah to parties and introducing her to all his members.

Then I got an unexpected call, from my best friend in college, Haley.

“Hey, Evelyn! Just want to check on you and see if you are still coming to Storm Fang Pack for business next week. We should definitely find a time to meet up!”

I took in a small deep breath.

Shit. I almost forgot that.

For the past few years, I have been working on a huge real estate project called Carnival City with a company in Storm Fang Pack, AKA the largest and most powerful pack in the world.

Originally, I planned to go over there next week and sign the contract with CEO Jason.

I also wanted to catch up with Haley and…possibly visit Haley's brother.

Her brother, Asher Hawthorne, was no one else but the Alpha of Storm Fang Pack, the tycoon that dominated the business world.

If he could advise on my project, it’d definitely help me.

But Asher Hawthorne was a notorious playboy. I heard that he never wasted time on women unless he was interested in having sex with them. So I knew that maybe meeting with Alpha Asher was a long shot.

But now, I had completely forgotten all about that.

Because of what happened with Leah.

“I don’t know, Haley…Maybe there’ll be a change of plan. I can’t go anymore.” I said lowly.

“What? Why?”

There’s no point hiding this with my best friend. I covered my face and choked, “…Tristan is leaving me for another woman…the birth mother of our adopted child. If he does, there’s no point for me to keep working on that project…”

I developed the Carnival City project to solve Blazewood Pack’s financial crisis. But none of that matters now if I am no longer the Luna.

“WHAT?! That jerk!!” Haley cried in disbelief, “Have you talked to a divorce lawyer? Make sure you get 80% of his assets!”

“I…I don’t know, Haley. We haven’t talked about division of assets yet.”

“Hang in there, girl. I’ll see what I can do to help,” she said firmly before hanging up.

It felt good to be comforted by a good friend.

And it made me wonder—maybe I shouldn’t leave without a fight. I should at least do something for our marriage.

Leah wasn’t the right one for Tristan. She left him once for another man 4 years ago before we got married. I didn’t know why she came back to Tristan this time and she would betray him again.

I just needed to show him that she couldn’t be trusted.

But who was here to help me? Not the members. They weren’t too fond of me. Definitely not the elders. They all thought I was a Northern chick with no class.

Then, finally, I thought of Roman. My baby boy.

Although Leah was his mother by birth, I was by his side for the past 3 years. My boy would be on my side.

Standing outside of the packhouse, I saw Roman’s school bus drive close. I was on this spot every morning and night for the past 3 years, waiting for Roman to come back to school.

As soon as the door opened, I started waving and calling for my boy:

“Roman! Darling! Over here!”

He jumped off the school bus. But as soon as he saw me, he started running in the opposite direction.

“Get away from me!” He cried.

I rushed to grab his shoulder, stunned, “What? Roman, why—”

“You want my mommy to leave! I hate you!” he shouted, “Daddy, Mommy, and I are a real family! Not you!”

Tears welled up in my eyes. Roman knew Leah was back. And he chose her over me.

“Roman, I—I’m your mom, remember?” I choked, “I took you to the hospital when you were sick. I went to all of your parent and teacher's meetings. I tugged you in every night…I love you…”

He struggled in my arms, screeching, as though he didn’t want me to touch him.

Passersby stopped and stared at us. One guy even came forward and said, “Miss, please let go of the child.”

“It’s ok. He’s my kid.” I quickly explained.

“NO!” Roman shrieked, “You hit me! You put my head into the toilet! You scared me! I don’t want you. I want Mommy Leah!”

I froze on my spot. I didn’t none of those stuff! Why would Roman lie about those?!

Leah suddenly appeared near the front gate, with Tristan behind her back. She dashed over, crying, and held Roman tightly in her arms.

“My poor baby! What’ve you been through!” she wailed.

“You hit Roman?!” Tristan growled at me, “Are you doing this because you can’t have your own child and you are jealous of Leah?”

I looked at him in shock. How could he think this way?

Leah sobbed, “Don’t blame her, Tristan. I get it. People only love their own kid. Roman and I are outsiders here. Maybe we should leave…”

“Yes, you do!” I blurt out.

“ENOUGH!” Tristan snarled, glaring at me. “Leah’s the woman I love and Roman is my only son! I can’t leave them. And they need me.”

I started to tremble in pain. “Then what about me, Tristan? I’m your mate!”

“Nobody says you aren’t!” Tristan said impatiently, “You’ll still be Blazewood Pack’s Luna. Leah is here simply because of love. She’s not interested in your position.”

“You won’t even notice that I’m in the house. I just want to stay with Tristan.” Leah said softly.

I felt dizzy.

If she was the woman he loved, then what did that make me? A free employee who helped him run his pack? How could I stand the pain while my husband fucked another woman every night in the next room?

No, I couldn’t handle that.

And I didn’t think Tristan’s love for me was completely gone.

So with a trembling hand, I started undo my blouse, revealing my delicate collarbone and then my chest. My scent quickly filled the air. I heard Tristan’s breathing suddenly became heavy.

“…What are you doing?” he gritted with sweat on his forehead.

I took a step further, locking eyes with him, whispering, “Don’t you miss me? The feeling of being with your mate…it’s better than anything else in the world. You know that.”

The matebond was working.

He stared deep into my eyes, obsessed, and murmured, “…My mate.”