Chapter 4

Lucas looked at Isabella, who was lying there bleeding, and didn't hesitate to rush over and scoop her up.

She curled into his embrace, a trembling finger pointing right at me.

"Lucas, Luna is so scary... She called a bunch of bad wolves to bite me to death."

"She said if I'm dead, no one can steal you from her."

"It hurts so bad... am I going to die?"

I lay on the ground. The agonizing pain in my abdomen meant every breath tasted like blood.

"I didn't." I managed to squeeze out the three words with great difficulty.

Lucas glanced at me, hesitation flickering in his eyes.

"Isabella, are you sure there isn't a misunderstanding? Emily has a temper, but she would never collude with rogues. She's not that kind of person."

Isabella immediately started wailing. "I'm not lying! I have proof!"

She pulled out the phone she had prepared earlier and hit play.

"When the bad wolves came, I tried to call you for help, but I accidentally hit record..."

A recording of "my" voice played from the speaker.

"Kill the bitch. She's taking too much of Lucas's attention. Once it's done, the western territory is yours."

Lucas's face went pale with rage.

He glared at me, the hesitation replaced by overwhelming anger and disappointment.

"How dare you? You are my Luna; how could you conspire with rogues?"

He snapped, "Isabella saved my life! You'd actually try to kill the person who saved me just out of petty jealousy?"

Isabella kept adding fuel to the fire. She showed off the scratches she had just inflicted on her own arm, sobbing, "She called me a slutty Omega and said I didn't deserve to live... Waaaah, Lucas, I'm so scared..."

Lucas looked down at the "blood-soaked" Isabella in his arms, then glanced up at me. I didn't have a single external scratch.

His voice was ice-cold. "I know losing the baby was painful, but that's no excuse to become this vicious."

I wanted to explain, but before I could get a word out, he adjusted his hold on Isabella and turned to leave. "Let's get you back. We need the Healer to look at those wounds."

Beta Marcus sensed something was off.

"Alpha..." He hesitated. "The Luna doesn't look right. She's too pale..."

Lucas paused. Seeing the despair in my eyes, a flicker of hesitation crossed his face.

Immediately, Isabella cried out in pain from his arms. "Oww... Lucas, my arm hurts so bad, it won't stop bleeding..."

The flicker of hesitation in Lucas's eyes vanished instantly.

He hardened his heart and spoke coldly.

"What could be wrong? She called the rogues herself; would they actually hurt her? Let her walk back. Maybe that will teach her a lesson not to pull something this evil again."

The Beta didn't dare disobey. He bowed his head and stepped back.

Everyone left with Lucas. The once noisy cemetery was instantly empty, leaving just me and Leo's tombstone.

In that moment, my heart finally died completely.

My hands trembling, I took out my private phone and called my brother.

"I'm at the Storm Pack cemetery. Come get me now. And bring some fake body parts—shredded ones. Oh, and bring a high-level Witch, too."

Twenty minutes later, my brother jumped out of a royal helicopter with a dozen warriors.

Seeing me lying on the ground, on the verge of passing out, the eyes of the iron-willed Alpha King turned red. He looked ready to storm off and kill Lucas right then and there.

"Wait." I grabbed the hem of his pants, my voice weak but firm. "I want to take revenge myself."

I looked at the Royal Witch who had accompanied them. "Retrace everything that happened here."

The Witch nodded. She used a time-turner spell to gather the images from half an hour ago and sealed them inside a transparent memory crystal.

"Scatter the fake body parts in the surrounding woods, then send this crystal to Lucas."

You were willing to abandon your wife and child for Isabella.

I want to see how you handle the truth.

Having done all this, I finally couldn't hold on any longer and passed out in my brother's arms.

"Take me home."

By the next morning, Lucas had finally calmed down.

He recalled the despair and numbness in my eyes from the day before, and a sudden wave of inexplicable unease and heartache washed over him.

"She did just have a miscarriage... was I too harsh?" He couldn't help but feel a twinge of guilt.

He summoned his Beta. "Go find the Luna. Take the best healing salves. Tell her that if she apologizes, I'll let yesterday's incident slide."

Half an hour after the Beta left, an Omega servant entered. "Alpha, someone sent a box for you."

Perplexed, Lucas took the box. Inside was a single memory crystal.

When he opened the box, the scene inside the crystal began to play automatically.

Isabella's vicious voice rang out clearly: "Kill the bitch. Once she's dead, Lucas will make me the new Luna. When that happens, I'll give you half the territory."

Lucas froze.

Just then, Beta Marcus came running in, panic-stricken and pale as a sheet. "Alpha! We couldn't find the Luna. We only found... shredded remains at the cemetery... The Luna might be..."

Crash!

The crystal ball slipped from Lucas's hand and smashed heavily onto the floor. All color instantly drained from his face.