The Luna's Escape No Longer the Alpha's Mate
Three years after bonding with my fated mate, Kael, he inherited his elder brother’s Alpha position.
A witch delivered a prophecy: “Only if Kael claims his brother’s Luna, the Saintess Selena, and sires a sacred heir, can the pack continue its glory.”
Kael immediately gripped my hand tightly, shielding me behind him, and refused resolutely.
The elders were furious. He was given ninety-nine lashes and was made to kneel before the altar for three days and three nights.
Though covered in wounds, he still said firmly: “I have only one mate in my life, and that is Evelyn.”
But later, the elders were about to slit my throat with a silver dagger.
Kael finally broke down.
He pressed his forehead against my palm, his voice trembling:
“Evelyn, wait, just wait a little longer for me. I only want you to survive. I’m just going to get Selena pregnant.”
“Once the heir is born, I’ll take you far away. I will never love her. You are my only mate.”
My heart ached as if pierced by knives, and my wolf let out mournful howls. I could only agree.
After that, he spent every night tangled up with Selena, and the sounds of their pleasure were like knives torturing me.
Finally, on the ninety-ninth time, Selena became pregnant.
I went to find Kael in high spirits, wanting to tell him that we could finally leave together.
But I overheard their conversation in the study: “If Evelyn knew that you bribed the witch to spread a false prophecy just to be with me, how heartbroken would she be?”
Kael paused for a moment, then said in a gentle, hoarse voice: “Evelyn will never know. She will always be my Luna.”
My world collapsed in an instant.
The next moment, I wiped away my tears and dialed a long-forgotten phone number: “Come pick me up in three days.”