Chapter 2

Stacy clung to Jeremy’s arm, smiling triumphantly as she looked at me.

“Grace, I know you’ve always liked Jeremy, but he’s with me now. And I know you’re not the kind of woman who would come between someone else’s relationship.

“So please don’t bother Jeremy again.”

Jeremy glanced at me, too, saying, “Grace, I appreciate everything you did for me over the years. Since I’ve already repaid what I owe you, from now on, there’s nothing between us.”

I knew he was afraid I would expose our relationship to the media. So, I just nodded.

Having an ungrateful boyfriend like him wasn’t something to brag about, anyway.

After Jeremy left, the onlookers slowly dispersed. Only a coworker who was close to me still looked furious on my behalf.

“Grace, why didn’t you just go with him? If you had, maybe one day you’d be Luna!”

I shook my head. “He couldn’t wait to cut all ties with me. If I go crawling after him now, that’d be truly pathetic.”

Witnessing someone’s true nature was worth it.

I’ll admit I’d been blind and fell for the wrong man.

I thought that was the end of it.

However, for several days straight, Stacy kept showing up at the hospital, demanding to see me.

Every time, she caused a scene and accused me of writing fake prescriptions.

I knew that as long as I stayed in this pack, she’d be terrified I might expose my past with Jeremy. So she wanted to get rid of me.

Everyone knew what was going on. Now that Stacy had Jeremy’s support and she was most likely the future Luna, even the hospital director didn’t dare offend her.

In the end, I was fired.

With Stacy’s widespread influence, no other hospital would hire me. I had no other choice but to buy a plane ticket to Sirius Pack.

When Jeremy left, he took everything that had ever belonged to him. The apartment looked empty, as if he’d never lived there at all.

I didn’t own much to begin with, which made the house seem even emptier.

The day before my flight, I packed my suitcase and went to the airport early, spending the night in the waiting lounge.

After arriving at Sirius Pack, I found a small hospital job, barely making enough to get by.

However, I was never one to need much. Without Jeremy, my expenses were simple, and my life was quiet.

That five hundred thousand could last me twenty years.

Still, I planned to save it to buy a house someday, a place that actually belonged to me.

Even in that tiny hospital with low pay, I worked hard. When there were too many patients, I stayed until late at night.

One evening, just as I was about to clock out, a man in a sharp suit suddenly pushed open my office door.

“Healer, hi. My arm’s dislocated. Could you help me put it back in place?”

The hospital was in a remote area, with barely any residents nearby, let alone someone who looked this polished and well-off.

Curious, I studied him for a moment.

He was tall, broad-shouldered, and strikingly handsome. With chiseled features and deep-set eyes, he had the composed air of a man used to being in control.

He sat down across from me and rolled up his sleeve.

After a quick examination, I could tell it was a clean dislocation caused by a strong external force, but no other visible injuries.

I touched his arm. “This might hurt a little. Can you handle it?”

He met my eyes and nodded. “Go ahead.”

Relieved by his words, I didn’t hesitate. I found the right spot, then gave a sharp pull and heard a crisp pop.

The man hid a grunt, his brows furrowing.

“All done,” I said.

He rotated his arm a bit and found he could move it freely.

“You’re good at what you do,” he complimented me.

I froze for a second, then let out a dry laugh. “If I were really that good, I wouldn’t be stuck in this rundown little hospital.”

He picked up his suit jacket. I thought he was about to leave, but he pulled out a business card and handed it to me.

“Would you be interested in becoming my personal healer?”

I took the card, glanced at the name—Marcus Flint.

Wasn’t that the name of Sirius Pack’s Alpha?

I’d only heard of him since moving here. I’d never seen him in person before.

Suddenly, I was wary. He was not trying to keep me, was he?

“Salary’s a hundred thousand a month.”

“When do I start?”

Though I wasn’t the type to chase after money, the amount he was offering was too good to pass up!

Marcus chuckled. “Tomorrow.”