CHAPTER TWO
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Eva sat still as the makeup artist gently patted powder across her cheeks. The white gown hugged her figure perfectly, delicate lace spilling over her shoulders like frost on silk. She looked beautiful.
“You look like a queen,” the makeup artist said with a soft smile. “Alpha Mateo is going to lose his mind when he sees you.”
Eva gave a small smile that didn't reach her eyes. Her fingers around the edge of the chair. Something still didn’t feel right about everything.
Just then, the door opened, and Sofia stepped in wearing a champagne-colored dress. Her smile was all over teeth.
“I need a moment alone with my darling sister,” she said sweetly.
The makeup artist looked at Eva for a second, then quietly packed her tools and stepped out.
Sofia closed the door behind her with a click.
And then her smile dropped.
“You really don’t remember anything, do you?” she asked, almost laughing.
Eva blinked. “What are you talking about?”
Sofia stepped closer, her voice dropping to a whisper. “That night? I spiked your drink. Invited a rogue into the house. You should’ve seen yourself… so eager, so desperate to have him.”
Eva’s lips parted, but nothing came out.
Sofia tilted her head forward, mocking concern in her eyes. “Now look at you. About to marry a man you barely know… all because of moi.”
“Congratulations, sis. You're finally getting what you deserve.”
Sofia turned to leave, her heels clicking against the polished floor.
But Eva shot up from her seat and grabbed her hair.
In a flash, her palm connected with Sofia’s cheek. The sound echoed in the room.
Sofia stumbled back, eyes wide. “Did you just......? Eva, what the hell?!”
“You’re my sister,” Eva spat, her voice shaking with rage and confusion. “My f*****g sister for goodness sake, Sofia! How could you do this to me?”
Sofia held her face, stunned by Eva's reaction.
“I trusted you. I loved you,” Eva’s almost in tears. “And you set me up… for what? Jealousy? ”
Sofia still held her cheek. “You’re going to regret that. I’m going to expose you. I’ll tell Mateo you’re pregnant with someone else’s child. You don’t deserve him or his wealth.”
“Try me,” Eva seethed. “Because after what you've done, it’s you who doesn’t deserve anything.”
And then Sofia stormed out.
******
Just moments after Sofia stormed out, Eva's phone buzzed on the table. She blinked, her heart still pounding from the confrontation. Slowly, she reached for it.
Julian.
Her boyfriend.
She stared at the name, unsure whether to answer or not. But her thumb moved on its own.
“Hello?” Her voice was barely above a whisper.
“Babe,” Julian’s voice came through the phone, rough but emotional. “Babe, I’m so sorry. I messed up. I don’t know what came over me that day. I was angry you didn’t come to see me. I thought you didn’t care anymore…”
Eva said nothing.
“Please,” he continued. “ Just come. Let’s run away. Let’s start over. I know you still love me, Please…”
The line went quiet. Eva stared at her reflection in the mirror, the wedding dress, the veil, the perfect makeup.
Everything she never asked for.
Without thinking, she yanked them off, her hands moving fast. She unzipped her dress, stepping out of it carefully. Her heart thundered in her chest.
The makeup artist knocked gently. “Ma’am? Are you okay?”
Eva quickly slipped into a casual dress. “Yes, I just needed to use the bathroom,” she said, forcing her voice to stay calm.
She slipped out into the hallway, bare-footed, and hurried down the corridor. But just as she reached the corner of the back door, a room caught her eye. The door was slightly open.
She paused.
There were voices inside.
Familiar ones.
She held her breath and peeked through the gap.
What she saw hit her like a slap.
Julian was holding Sofia, his hands on her waist, lips pressed hungrily against hers. She let out a soft laugh, tilting her head back as he tugged at the straps of her dress.
Eva’s eyes couldn't believe what she was seeing, Julian pushed Sophia gently toward the bed, his hands roaming her sides as their lips collided in a heated, frantic kiss. Her dress slipped off her shoulder, revealing the curve of her bra red, daring, and deliberate. Their movements grew hungrier, more reckless, as if they were trying to devour each other.
From the hallway, Eva froze.
Her eyes widened at the scene unfolding before her. The man she loved… and her own sister.
She heard Sofia's voice, breathless with laughter. "Poor Eva. She thinks she's running away with her lover. She doesn’t even know we plan to sell her off.”
Julian chuckled darkly, unbothered. “If the buyer pays the full price, she’s gone tonight.”
Eva’s heart sank.
Every beat felt like betrayal. Her breath caught in her throat, and her knees almost gave way. All the pieces clicked. The sweet calls, the urgent messages, the sudden need to elope… it had all been a trap.
Eva stood frozen at the doorway, hand clamped tightly over her mouth to keep from screaming. Her heart pounded like a war of drums in her chest.
"Oh, sweet Moon Goddess," she whispered, trembling. "If I hadn't come down quickly … I never would've known. They planned to sell me. My own sister and the man I thought loved me."
Tears welled in her eyes, but she wiped them away, storming quickly back upstairs. She pulled on her wedding gown, refusing to let the pain break her. Not now.
Just as she reached her room, Julian barged in.
"Eva!" he shouted. "Why didn’t you come meet as we planned? I’ve been waiting outside!"
She stepped back, her voice cold. "Stay away from me, Julian."
"What? Are you seriously breaking up with me right now? Just like that? Over nothing? You’re just a damn Omega!"
Before she could respond, the door slammed open again. A tall figure entered —wearing a mask.
Mateo.
He moved between Eva and Julian without a word. When Julian raised his hand as if to strike, Mateo caught it in mid-air.
“Don’t you dare lay a finger on her,” Mateo growled, his voice calm but sharp enough to cut through steel.
Julian yanked his hand back. "She's my girlfriend. This has nothing to do with you!"
Mateo said aggressively. "Actually, it does. I’m her husband."
Julian laughed bitterly, looking at Eva. "You really want to marry him? You were about to run away with me!”
Eva’s eyes were full of fire now. "That was your fantasy, Julian. I saw the truth. I heard everything. You’re a liar and a traitor.”
Julian lunged, but Mateo didn’t flinch. With one swift punch, he sent Julian falling flat on the floor.
“This is your last warning,” Mateo said coldly. “Leave now.”
Julian stumbled to his feet, holding his jaw. “You’ll both regret this,” he spat, glaring at Eva. “You’ll pay for humiliating me.”
Then he stormed out.
After Julian left the room, Mateo turned to her with a serious face.
“You better uphold your lunar title,” he warned. “If you break the rules and dishonor the Moonbound Pack, there will be consequences for your actions. I’m not joking.”
Eva swallowed hard, her heart pounding, as she had been meaning to tell him the truth about her pregnancy. He saved her from Julian, and she owed him her loyalty.
Mateo’s eyes narrowed to her arms. “You have something to say. Why the hesitation?”
She took a deep breath. “Alpha… I’m pregnant.”
Mateo’s face didn’t change. “Spit it out.”
“I don’t know who the father is yet,” she admitted, her voice and body shaking as she spoke.
He nodded, calm but firm. “That’s in the past. What’s done is done. Can I keep it?”
She looked at him, unsure.
“Of course,” he said. “We don’t allow abortion in the pack anyways.”
“Thank you, Alpha,” she whispered, relief flooding all over her.
“I promise to be a good and faithful wife,” Eva said, assuring him.
She smiled, her heart warm. I never imagined marrying such an honorable man, she thought. Thank the gods.
Mateo held out his hand towards her. “Let’s go.”
Eva took it, as she laid her outside.
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