Chapter 6

Because I didn't return during the stipulated time with Laila's favorite dessert, Jackson went mad and sent me messages, cursing me out.

"You crazy woman! Do you think you can threaten me? No one cares about your well-being—I only care about the safety of my pup in your belly!"

"Tomorrow, I'll hold a press conference and publicly acknowledge Laila as my mate in the Ulvengard pack. Laila said she's willing to give me a pup. I don't want the one in your belly anymore!"

"I won't break the mate bond with you either—I want every intimate moment with Laila to stab into your heart like a blade, so you'll suffer more than she did from the wolfsbane!"

He messaged me every few minutes, and at this rate, I was starting to wonder if he actually cared about me.

However, judging by the timing, the things I sent them should arrive tomorrow. When that happened, Jackson would definitely bombard me even more. I really couldn't be bothered to respond.

With that thought in mind, I deleted his contact. Unexpectedly, the very next day, Laila messaged me.

"My dear Seraphina, thank you for giving up Jackson and making things easier for us. Last night was our wedding night, and we didn't even change the marital bed! He was so vigorous. As his mate, last night must have been uncomfortable for you, right?"

"Oh, and here's the link to today's press conference. Make sure you tune in, okay?"

I checked the time. It was just about to start, so I clicked on the livestream link.

The press conference was being held in the living room of the house Jackson and I used to live in.

Many reporters were present. The event hadn't officially started yet, and Jackson was talking with his men, seemingly explaining the procedure.

But he seemed distracted—he kept glancing toward the front door again and again, as if expecting an arrival.

And, by his side, Laila looked bashfully demure. Gone was the arrogant, sharp-tongued girl I'd always known—she was trying hard to project the dignified demeanor of a Luna.

My father and stepmother sat behind them, radiating a noble air that distracted people from the calculating gleam in their eyes.

Finally, the press conference officially began.

Right off the bat, a reporter asked sharply, "Why is the Ulvengard pack replacing its Luna? Alpha Jackson, have you betrayed your original mate?"

The reporter's bold question made many in the livestream comments start to believe the broadcast was genuine and not just a political performance.

Jackson cleared his throat and calmly replied, "My ex-mate—Seraphina—and I had a peaceful separation. There was no betrayal from either side."

Then he pulled Laila to his side and said, "Because of the Moon Goddess's arrangement, I chose the wrong mate. For the rest of my life, I want to be with the one I truly love."

The livestream comments scrolled by furiously. Many believed what Jackson said and widely praised their brave pursuit of love.

Strangely, none of the reporters asked about me again. Instead, they kept asking about Jackson and Laila's love story and future plans.

I let out a chuckle. Who wrote this terrible script? Anyone with half a brain could see the plot holes.

But Jackson clearly hadn't noticed, as he mechanically read his lines while constantly glancing toward the door.

At last, someone pushed open the door, and Jackson couldn't help but smirk—that was until he saw who it was. Stunned, he asked, "Why is it you? Where's Seraphina?"