Chapter 15 His Secret

Evelyn’s POV


A piercing wolf howl erupted from the computer speakers, and I stared at the screen in shock. The image displayed a massive gray wolf, bound yet still struggling furiously. The iron chains wrapped around it were nearly broken, its claws smeared with fresh blood, which even stained the surveillance cameras.


Its eyes were a deep, unsettling blood-red, unrecognizable as those of a werewolf.

"The Moon Goddess," I murmured, my voice heavy with emotion.

The crazed werewolf in the footage was none other than my younger brother!


After a violent collision, he reverted to his human form, collapsing onto the bed like a broken doll. His chest heaved dramatically as he gasped for air.

"Quick! Quick, save him!" The panicked voices of the Wolf healers filled the room before the footage abruptly cut off.

I turned away, unable to continue watching.


I could barely fathom the turmoil he would face if he ever awoke to see himself in this condition.


Tears streamed down my face as I struggled to regain composure. He had always been more suited to lead as Alpha of our pack than I. I never doubted his potential to strengthen our Pack further.


Yet, the rampant spread of the Mad Wolf Disease had postponed his Alpha succession ceremony. Ultimately, he too succumbed to the disease.


Now, I was the last viable candidate for Alpha.

This was the current situation of the Pack...


If not for the hope of having my child, our Pack might have faced its end.


"This is your brother's current condition," the video resumed, showing the concerned face of a wolf healer.


"It seems his mental state hasn't fully recovered," I sighed.


His condition oscillated between a vegetative state and wild frenzy. It seemed things couldn’t get any worse.


I longed for the days when life was normal, when our mother was still with us, her presence a comforting constant.


Every time I thought of my mother, a throbbing pain surged through my head. It was almost as if the werewolf within me refused to let me dwell on memories of her.


"Yes, Alpha. We can't delay any longer given his condition," the wolf healer urged over the video call.


"We've tried every method. Only the ore has shown effectiveness, but I'm afraid if we continue this way, your brother…”


"I'll do everything I can," I nodded, then ended the call.


The thought of losing my brother was unbearable.

"Oh, it's already so late," glancing up, I noticed how late it had gotten.

Normally, he would have been here by now. It seemed he wouldn't come today. With a sigh, I changed into my pajamas, ready to turn off the lights and settle in for a peaceful night.


Suddenly, the lights flickered out. Almost immediately, a familiar scent enveloped me, and a warm arm wrapped around me. Although I was initially annoyed, a sense of comfort quickly washed over me.


"You're late," I said, gripping his hand.


There was a slightly different undertone to his scent tonight, something I couldn’t initially place. Then it hit me—it was the smell of the alcohol that my ex-husband favored.


"You've been drinking," I murmured quietly.


"While I haven't mentioned it before, it’s best not to do this before we're intimate," I advised.


"There were some unexpected circumstances today," he replied, his voice hoarse.


"I understand." I patted his arm, offering some comfort. I couldn't be upset with him, not tonight. "But if something like this happens again, you need to take a day off, understand?"


He didn't respond verbally, but began to massage my sore neck. His hands applied just the right amount of pressure, easing the tension with a few skilled strokes.

"Oh... that feels great," I hummed in satisfaction.


After the day’s events, this relief was more welcome than a simple apology. His thoughtfulness truly lifted my spirits.


He couldn't possibly be Bennett. After all, Bennett had been groomed from a young age to inherit the Alpha title; he probably didn't know the first thing about genuinely caring for others.


"But..." my thoughts drifted to the expensive cufflink.



"Alex mentioned your family background isn't that impressive? Now that you're with me, I hope you won't splurge on overly expensive things.”


"I only purchase these items to present myself as more upscale," he replied swiftly.


"That's good. I appreciate your honesty. But since you're only serving me, there's no need to continue with that pretense," I said, drawing closer and resting my cheek against his.


The breath he exhaled was unusually warm, abnormally so—it was as if his body temperature far exceeded that of a normal werewolf.


"Are you ill?" I asked, staring at him in astonishment.


"It won’t interfere with my work," he assured, leaning in closer. I instinctively pushed him away.


"I’m not a harsh boss. You should go back and rest," I said gently, trying to distance him with my hand, but he didn't pull away; instead, he drew nearer.


"Exercise helps reduce a fever," he countered.


His eyes glinted in the darkness, and his intense gaze made me feel warmer by the second.


Suddenly, I realized that tonight, I wouldn't resist him.


The sound of fabric tearing softly filled the room, and I felt the lower half of my body become exposed.

For some reason, despite the unfolding events, he didn’t seem happy tonight.