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“Are you crazy, Javier? You're going to let her use our Luna’s face?” He thought the word “shock” wasn’t enough to describe the look on his face.
Nick just stared at them. “Yes. I don’t see a problem with that. Veronica and I have already come to an agreement. We understand each other's goals. You don’t need to worry about this, Jordan,” Javier answered in a low voice.
Jordan stood up from his seat, disgust evident on his face at their decision. “But we need to respect the Luna. She’s already dead, Javier. Why do you have to torture yourself like this?”
“I’m not torturing myself. I know that Beatrice is gone. But am I wrong for wanting to see her again? Am I selfish for wanting that? Besides, I’m not the only one who will benefit from this. Veronica and I can successfully take our revenge on Angelo Fuentebella without him knowing. Who would ever think that Beatrice Romanov is actually Veronica? He won’t suspect Veronica,” he answered in a long explanation.
But Jordan’s disgust still didn’t subside. “Fine, let’s say your plan works. What about the Black Moon Pack? Do you think everyone will agree to let a mere human use our Luna’s face?”
Now Veronica realized just how much respect the Black Moon Pack had for their Luna, Beatrice. “That won’t be a problem. We won’t tell them anything. I’ve neither confirmed nor denied that Beatrice is dead. I don’t have to explain anything. If you’re worried about Veronica’s scent, once she recovers from the surgery, we’ll need to travel to get a special potion that will remove any trace of her human scent. No one will be able to tell that she isn’t a werewolf,” Javier said.
Jordan let out a bitter laugh as he looked at them. "It seems like you've really thought this through, Javier. I get it. I know how much you miss Beatrice. But is this really the solution? Why have you given every possible kind of help to that human?" He then glanced at her.
Suddenly, she felt a surge of embarrassment. She lowered her head, not knowing what to say. It was ironic that a werewolf was the reason she was in this situation, but it was also a werewolf helping her. She knew deep down that Javier and his friends weren’t bad beings. She understood why Jordan felt this way. She couldn't blame him.
The last hint of a smile on Javier's face disappeared, replaced by a dark expression. He stopped cutting the meat on his plate. "Are you questioning my decisions, Jordan? You know I’m aware of what I’m doing. I’ve never made a wrong decision. Perhaps you've forgotten that I’m still your Alpha," the authority in his voice was unmistakable.
Jordan snapped back to his senses and lowered his head in shame. "I-I'm sorry, Alpha Javier. I didn’t mean to question your decisions. I’m just concerned about your well-being and our pack." His tone softened.
Veronica was shocked. She hadn't expected this side of Javier—commanding and authoritative. It was as if he were on a high pedestal, respected by everyone.
"Don’t worry, I understand. I know you're thinking about my well-being. But trust me. You know all my plans turn out successful. I want to ask for your support on this journey. We will bring Angelo Fuentebella down so he can never victimize anyone again," the man declared with determination.
They all nodded in agreement and resumed eating. Javier looked directly into her eyes, capturing her attention. "Veronica."
"Yes?"
"After you finish eating, Jordan will prepare your room. Get some rest early because we have a long day ahead tomorrow. Are you ready for the new chapter of your life?" His question was probing.
She swallowed hard. Was she really ready? Was she prepared to embrace this new chapter of her life and take on a new identity?
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