Chapter5

After arriving at the Pack House, Zane led Callan into the prepared room.

He didn't know that everything here was under my control.

Little did they know, Adrian had already relayed their every move to me.

Even less did they know that he was about to personally destroy the last shred of affection I had for him.

In the room, Callan leaned against Zane's embrace.

Zane whispered words of comfort to her.

"Don't be afraid. I'll protect you." Then, he completed that important ritual that should have belonged only between mates.

Then, Zane lowered his head and kissed Callan. A moment later, the mark of the lion clan slowly appeared on her neck—the sacred symbol that should have belonged only to a true mate. 

My crystal device suddenly lit up with a new message. It was from Zane's group chat with his friends.

Callan had sent a photo to the group. In the picture, she tilted her head slightly, proudly revealing the lion clan mark on her neck."Look what Zane gave me."

The messages that followed were filled with laughter and casual remarks, as if what had happened meant nothing at all.

"Actually, Nadia is really overthinking it. They've known each other for so many years. Their bond has always been special—what's the big deal?"

"It's just a mark. It doesn't mean anything."

"If she truly loves Zane, she should understand the bond between them."

I listened  to these words and found them utterly ironic.

So in their eyes, the pain I felt was simply jealousy.

I once thought that the most important thing between mates was trust.

But now I completely understood.Some people say they won’t hurt you, yet time and again they tear apart your boundaries with their own hands.

I gripped the crystal instrument in my hand, slowly rising to my feet, ready to expose their shameless actions to the world.

The door creaked open slowly.

All eyes were fixed on what was inside.

The next second, the crystal image was simultaneously broadcast on every giant screen across the city.

I looked into the camera, my voice calm.

"Zane."

"Didn't you always want her to be seen by everyone? Now, I'm helping you fulfill that wish." 

"I hope you all like this gift."

Aside from my crystal instrument, the people Adrian arranged also held recording devices in their hands.

The camera was aimed at the room inside the Pack House.

I had them start a public livestream simultaneously and connect the footage to the public video screens in the city center.

This was no accident.

Instead, it was a gift I had prepared just for Zane and Callan.

They probably never imagined that their carefully hidden relationship would be exposed to everyone in this manner.

By the time we arrived, Zane was still pounding into Callan. When he saw us burst in, he rolled over and nearly fell off the bed. 

Callan screamed, kicked Zane off with one foot, and pulled the covers over himself.

Within just a few minutes of the recorder being turned on, the number of viewers quickly increased, and comments kept scrolling.

【This bare-chested woman is Callan? Wasn't she always claiming to be Zane's friend? Turns out she's Callan's mistress!】

【Cheating on your mate during pregnancy—Zane is disgusting!】 

Zane fumbled to put on his underwear, Callan's lipstick marks still on his neck, and began yelling at me.

“Nadia, what the hell are you doing?!" 

I looked at him and gave a faint smile.

 "Weren’t you the one who always wanted everyone to understand your relationship with Callan? Now they all get to see it. Aren't you always so great, Zane? Go ahead, keep fucking your Callan—at least make her climax a hundred times, show everyone what you're made of."