Chapter 6 Telling Father Our Driver Has Betrayed Me

Evelyn's POV

The foolish Wyatt had the nerve to treat my car as his own private property.

What made it worse was the fact that Mark seemed equally confused about his place. Not only did he address Wyatt as "Young Master", he even used my nickname so casually. Did he already think I was his son's mate?

I heard the ignorant werewolves around us sneering as they hurled vicious insults at me.

"I can't believe Evelyn has the nerve to try to kick Young Master Wyatt out of the car. Isn't she afraid that he might chase her off?"

"Young Master Wyatt, can you please fire her? Let her become a Rogue that no pack would even be willing to take in!"

I forced myself to choke down my anger and act in the manner appropriate for the future Luna. How was I supposed to pacify and keep the pack under control if I couldn't even tolerate a few words like these?

Wyatt took my silence as a sign of weakness. His expression turned sullen and cold. "Haven't you kicked up enough of a fuss yet? I already forgave you for the way you defied me at noon just now. Why are you acting like such an ingrate?"

Cocking my brows, I eyed him with a hint of mockery.

Did he just call me an ingrate? Didn't he know who the real ingrate was?

If I hadn't given him in advance the shifting herb Father had prepared for me, how could he have become the first of everyone in the Alliance Academy to awaken his wolf spirit? How would he have received the praise and adulation from all the teachers and fellow students?

However, I didn't want to dwell on the past anymore.

"From today onward, you no longer have the right to sit in my car!" I declared, my voice steady but firm and my eyes glinting with suppressed anger.

"Fine!" Wyatt snapped.

His deep eyes lingered on me for a second. Seeing that I wasn't going to admit defeat, he turned to Mark and demanded arrogantly, "Drive."

Mark didn't hesitate to drive off without even caring whether or not I'd gotten into the car.

Stunned, I stood and watched as my car sped away. I'd thought I'd already known just how shameless they were, but apparently, they could stoop even lower.

They'd just abandoned their employer. Mark had driven off with an imposter in his car.

The remaining werewolves at the gate burst into triumphant laughter, their voices overflowing with smug pride.

"Young Master Wyatt is so cool! A bratty maid like her should be left behind and forced to walk home by herself!"

Shaking my head in exasperation, I slowly pulled out a phone from my bag and called Father.

As long as they were still members of the Silvermoon pack, they couldn't refuse their Alpha's order.

"Father, our family chauffeur has betrayed me."

The old phone crackled with static, making Father's worried voice sound fuzzy but familiar.

Meanwhile, my classmates began mocking me loudly.

"Why are you still using that clunky keypad phone, Evelyn? Doesn't Young Master Wyatt give you enough money?"

"Only a relic like that keypad phone befits her lowly status as a maid!"

As the ordinary werewolves jeered at me, I slowly recalled how the old phone in my hands came to be.

Originally, Father had gotten a custom-made version of the latest smartphone just for me. It was the only one of its kind in the wereworld.

Later on, I once saw Wyatt being mocked for using an old and busted-up phone. After seeing how upset he was, I couldn't resist going up to him to try to comfort him. I didn't know what to say, so I decided to exchange phones with him.

To prove to him that I didn't think poorly of him, I never switched phones again. He, on the other hand, would always use the excuse of having to search for information to find me the shifting herb so that I would get him the latest model whenever he wanted it.

Sneering, I toyed with the keypad on my phone. In my previous life, I kept using it until the day I died.

Because it was too old, many of the parts were no longer in production. It had cost an enormous sum to get it fixed each time.

I tossed it back into my bag, as if saying goodbye to the phone—and to the miserable past of mine as I welcomed my new life.

"W-Why is the car coming back?"

The exclamations around me drew me out of my memories.

Nodding in satisfaction, I watched as Mark jogged over to me with an earnest smile. Clearly, Father had reprimanded him.

I raised a brow when I heard him say in an apologetic tone, "Please get into the car, miss."

As I stood still without moving, Mark's father had to maintain his slightly bowed position while making an escorting gesture.

Eventually, Wyatt stormed out of the car in fury, followed by a puzzled Judy who didn't understand what was happening.

"See? Wouldn't it have been better if you'd just listened from the start? You had to go and cause a scene, making everyone unhappy," I remarked.

Everyone watched in shock as I slowly got into the backseat of the car. Mark closed the door so gently behind me that it looked like he was handling some fragile artifact.

"I know you don't like me, Evelyn, but you shouldn't take it out on Wyatt! He's the future Alpha of the Silvermoon pack! How dare you offend him like this? Aren't you afraid of getting kicked out of the pack and becoming a Rogue?" Judy questioned.

She seemed to have noticed that something was up, but she continued to assume that I was just an Omega that Wyatt had spoiled rotten.

Thus, when she saw that I'd actually gotten into the car, she hurriedly confronted me in a stern voice, acting like a Luna who was admonishing a misbehaving member of the pack.

Was she so confident that Wyatt was the Alpha's heir and that she would become his Luna?

Just as I eagerly waited for Judy to continue amusing me with such declarations, Wyatt tugged on her with a disdainful expression, saying, "Stop talking about it. She's really pissed me off this time. I won't be forgiving her so easily ever again!"

Wyatt was the one who should be feeling contrite right about now, but he spoke with just as much arrogance as ever.

As the car started moving, I closed my eyes to get some rest.

However, Mark began lecturing me with his nagging, annoying voice. "You shouldn't have treated Wyatt like that today, miss. If he did something wrong, you can just tell me about it. I'll scold him on your behalf and get him to apologize to you."

His words made a vein in my forehead jump, but I remained silent, keeping my eyes shut.

I couldn't get mad. How could I be a Luna in the future if the words of a nobody were enough to rile me up?

Those in power needed to resolve issues through their actions, rather than engaging in petty bickering.

Alas, I didn't expect my silence to be taken for tacit agreement.

Seeing how I wasn't speaking, Mark doubled down. In fact, he began acting as if he were giving me an order without even considering my input.

"Even if Wyatt upset you, you shouldn't humiliate him in public! Think of how exhausting it'd be for him to have to walk home instead of getting to ride in the car."

His tone was dripping with entitlement—like it was natural for me to be the one waiting on their entire family.