After receiving our Bonding Scroll, Ethan vowed, “We are to be mates only nominally, and no bodily contact will occur between us. As long as you carry out your role as the Luna dutifully, I can give you anything you want, save for my affection.”
I was rather relieved after listening to him.
After all, it was just impossible for me to wholeheartedly accept a wolf whom I’d only known for three days to be my mate.
Just like that, we started living together, interacting with polite distance.
I was initially cautious, but Ethan turned out to be an Alpha with no faults.
In my everyday life, the butler, Marcus Lowell, and the household staff took great care of me.
Financially, Ethan established a trust fund for me that was worth an unimaginable amount and also gave me a black credit card with no spending limit.
He also displayed his loyalty toward me as my mate.
I’d never seen news of him interacting with other she-wolves on social media, even though… no one in the pack knew he’d already had a Luna.
As time went by, I gradually lost myself in this stable and dignified relationship. In fact, I even naively thought we could spend the rest of our lives peacefully together.
I forgot that he’d never loved me, so naturally, there was no way he would allow me to be his Luna forever.
Last night, Ethan didn’t come back. He would spend the night outside occasionally when an emergency cropped up at work. It was supposed to be nothing out of the ordinary.
However, it was different this time.
I watched a video that was circulating on social media, one that portrayed Ethan gently putting his coat over a healer, Sophia Kirk, during a banquet.
Sophia was a charismatic healer with a gentle voice. She had lustrous hair and a smile as captivating as starlight on still water.
In the video, she gazed at him bashfully, her radiant eyes shining ever so brightly. It was just like how the movies portrayed a she-wolf falling head over heels in love.
In the three years Ethan and I shared a mate bond, it was the first time that a video of him interacting with another she-wolf had hit the public eye so relentlessly.
The entertainment news industry was in a frenzy. “The Alpha of Silvercrest Pack Dates Well-Known Healer Sophia—Could This Be the Rise of a New Luna?”
Praises flooded the comments section, saying they were a “match made in heaven” and were like “a perfect couple”.
Without realizing it, I ran my finger across Ethan’s gentle side profile on the screen.
A nagging, long-ignored pain throbbed in my heart.
They were right. Ethan and Sophia looked like they were made for each other.
