—- Chapter3 That night, Damien didn’t come back to our apartment. I knew where he was. The next morning, I opened the pack’s secure network. The top post was a new update. Alpha Damien had ordered a hundred thousand dollars’ worth of rare supplements for Seraphina. Blood Ginseng, Moonlight Fungus, and Starfruit- things only needed during a werewolf pregnancy. The comments section exploded.
“Is our Alpha going to be a father?” “But isn’t Isla his Luna?” “Theard that Seraphina girl moved into the penthouse.” “Isn’t the Mating Ceremony next week?” Ishut my phone off. —- At noon, I met my best friend, Chloe. “You what?” Chloe’s voice was so sharp it nearly shattered her coffee cup. “You’re calling off the ceremony?” “That’s right.” “Are you insane? He’s your fated mate!” “Fated mates don’t mark other women right before their ceremony,” I said, calmly sipping my coffee.
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” And they certainly don’t get another she-wolf pregnant with their pup.” Chloe gasped. “A pup?” I showed her the photo of the lab report on my phone. “That scheming bitch!” Chloe slammed her hand on the table. “She played you!” “Probably,” I shrugged. “But it doesn’t matter anymore.” “Isla, you can’t just give up. Damien loves you.” “Loves me?” I gave a bitter laugh. “Does someone who loves you mark another woman behind your back?” —- Chloe fell silent.
“T’ve already accepted the invitation from the European Healers’ Guild,” I said, standing up. “I’m leaving tomorrow.” “So soon?” “If I stay any longer, I’m afraid I’ll do something I regret.” At eleven that night, I got back to the apartment building after an herb exchange. The gathering was a success. I’d met several healers from Europe, including a few Alphas I’d never seen before. When the elevator doors opened, Damien was standing there. His eyes were cold, his nostrils flaring slightly.
” Where were you?” “An herb exchange.” “With who?” he pressed. “Some colleagues.”
