CHAPTER 38: RAEL: MY MATE DESERVES EVERYTHING I OWN

Rael~

Evelyn didn’t seem like someone who talked much.

She was quiet most of the time, only giving short replies whenever someone spoke to her. Even when I asked a few she-wolves to help her wash up and change into clean clothes, she barely spoke a word to them.

"Alpha, are you sure she’s alright?" one of the women—Isa—asked me once she closed the guest room door behind her. "She seems a bit lost."

I waved my hand dismissively. "She’s probably still in shock because of the earlier accident," I reassured her. "Let’s just give her some time to adjust. She’ll be fine."

I mean, who wouldn’t be shaken up after falling into a tiger trap and getting impaled by a dozen spikes?

"But there’s something I wanted to ask you, Alpha." Isa’s voice lowered as her expression turned serious. "Earlier, when Beta Marek called for Dr. Caelis, he said our Luna was dying. That she fell into the tiger trap and was badly hurt."

She stepped closer, pulling me a bit away from the room, and whispered, "But why didn’t I see even a single wound on her body? I thought her injuries would be much worse, especially since Beta Marek looked so panicked."

"Marek was overreacting," I said calmly. "My Luna fell into an empty tiger trap, so she only got minor injuries and her healing ability was enough to heal them quickly."

Isa didn’t look fully convinced, but she nodded anyway. "If that’s true, then I’m relieved," she said with a soft smile. "I really hope our Luna can settle in soon. I’d love to introduce her to the other she-wolves."

"She will," I assured her. "Eventually." Then I added, "Oh, before you go, could you ask Beta Marek to come see me? I need to discuss something important with him."

Isa nodded. "Of course, Alpha. Good night."

She stepped outside and joined the other she-wolves who had been waiting at the front door.

I let out a sigh of relief, thankful Isa hadn’t asked too many questions about Evelyn’s condition. I gently pushed the guest room door open just a little, peeking in to check on her.

"She looks so beautiful ...," I murmured to myself.

Even though the room was dark and I was looking from a distance, Evelyn’s beauty still shone through.

"I guess this is what they call love at first sight," my wolf muttered in my mind, his voice teasing. "You’re such a hopeless romantic."

I quickly closed the door and walked toward the backyard to get some fresh air. "She’s my mate. Of course I’d fall in love with her," I defended myself. "There’s nothing wrong with loving my own mate."

"Not all mates fall in love at first sight," he said.

Well, he had a point.

There were plenty of werewolves who met their mates and didn’t feel anything right away. A lot of them thought the fated bond was just ... natural, like a rule of biology. They’d choose to mark their mates first and let love come later.

But what’s the point in marking someone if I don’t love them? And what’s the point in loving someone if I don’t plan to marry her?

"People think marriage is complicated," my wolf added. "Especially after the revolution. There are so many rules now, and if you get divorced, your ex-wife could take half your fortune."

"What’s wrong with that?" I muttered, kicking a pebble with the tip of my boot. It skipped across the pond, vanishing into the water. "If she’s my wife, she can have anything I own."

Even if we did get divorced one day, she’d still have the right to take everything, and I’d give it to her without regret.

But seriously, why are we even talking about divorce?

I’d rather let a pack of rogue werewolves rip out my throat than ever part ways with my mate.

"You’re right. There’s no point talking about divorce when you’re not even married yet," my wolf mocked me.

I clicked my tongue, ready to snap back, but he cut me off before I could.

"Forget it," he said. "Let’s talk about the real issue. How long are you planning to keep her ability a secret?"

I let out a deep breath. "I’m still not sure," I admitted.

Just earlier, I ordered all the werewolves who witnessed Evelyn’s unbelievable healing ability to keep quiet about it for the time being.

I even told Dr. Caelis to watch his mouth and keep her ability completely under wraps.

Even though I trusted them with my life and knew they wouldn’t dare harm my Luna, a part of me still told me to hide this for now.

Evelyn’s healing was so strange that even Dr. Caelis, who’d seen all kinds of medical miracles, had no explanation for what he witnessed.

As far as I knew, no werewolf could survive a fatal injury to a vital organ, but Evelyn was an exception.

Not only did she survive that, her body also didn’t even have a single scar, and it all healed in such a short amount of time.

It was too bizarre.

So bizarre, in fact, that I knew people would associate it with dark magic, something the High Order had strictly forbidden due to the taboo and immoral sacrifices it required.

Yeah, some werewolves weren’t exactly saints, but we still had our own sense of morality, alright?

We were dangerous, sure, but we weren’t monsters. At least, that’s the code we lived by in my pack.

The point is, people would look at Evelyn differently if they believed she used dark magic, even the ones who had witnessed the miracle firsthand already seemed unsure.

Thank the moon I managed to keep them all quiet.

Because if even werewolves showed doubt, then humans would absolutely lose their minds the moment they saw her strange healing ability.

Maybe ... that’s why she was so afraid of wooden stakes and fire.

Maybe they burned her before by tying her to a stake and setting her on fire.

I clenched my fists as that thought crept into my head.

If someone did that to her—if they tied her up and lit the fire themselves—I swear to the moon, I’ll burn every last one of them to the ground for what they did to my wife.

"She’s not even your wife yet," my wolf muttered dryly. "Stop calling her with that title."