THIS IS DESTINY!
Sebastian's POV
“Alphas,” Damian said calmly though the disappointment— or perhaps irritation —in his voice was unmistakable. “This is a wedding, not a battle field. Call your guards to order.“
No one retreated.
Just cold and suffocating silence fell over the room, and the exchange of hard glares was enough to cut through steel.
Then Evelyn stepped closer to me. Her hands wrapped firmly around my wrist, her eyes soft and pleading, staring right into my soul. They saw past the anger. Past the fury.
And fuck!
Her scent hit me.
My nose lifted. I almost let out a moan. It was addictive. Intoxicating. A breath of fresh air.
My wolf growled—restless, jumping in circles.
He’d never reacted this way to any woman… except Evelyn.
And in that moment, I forgot about everything else.
None of it mattered.
“Please, stop,” she said, her voice barely above a whisper— but enough to snap something inside me. Enough to calm me down.
I glanced at her and nodded slowly. “Step back,” I commanded.
My guards immediately lowered their weapons.
Moments later, Lucas’s men followed suit.
She heaved a sigh of relief, then mouthed 'thank you', a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips.
Then she turned towards Damian and Lyra. “I'm so sorry for causing such a scene at your wedding,” she said, her voice low and filled with regrets— even though she obviously didn't do anything wrong. “Please forgive me.“ She bowed deeply .
What?
I couldn't believe my eyes.
She was the Luna of the Northern Province Clan, and she wasn't supposed to bow to anyone just like that.
I stepped closer to her, willing to stop her. Instead, she beckoned to me, whispering, “Bow. Apologise.“
“What?“ I snapped, startled.
“Apologise, Sebastian,” she commanded.
And that was it. Her words were like a spell—binding me and rubbing me of my senses.
I should have been irritated. My wolf should be annoyed at being commanded by a lower breed—especially someone who is wolfless but no.
Instead, before I realized what was happening, I bowed deeply too. “I'm sorry, Alpha Damian.“
The room hushed.
Damian closed the distance between us. “Alpha Sebastian,” he said , voice thick with disbelief, like the scene playing out before him was an abomination. “Please don't do this.“
Lyra stepped closer. “It's okay, Luna Evelyn. We know this isn't your fault.“
Then Evelyn lifted her head. “Thank you so much.“
I followed suit—like a servant following in his master's footsteps. “Thank you.“
Lucas and Layla stormed out of the hall.
“Such a show off,” Lyra spat.
Embarrassment crept up my cheeks, but I forced my eyes to dart across the room. And instead of the judgemental, condescending looks I expected from the other Alphas, I saw something entirely different. Pride? Respect? I don't know—but they were giving me positive vibes. A few of them even smiled at me.
Then I realized what Evelyn did there.
She had just shown everyone that she doesn't lack emotional intelligence like Lucas and Layla. And that? That was enough to change everyone’s perspective about her.
I turned toward her and saw the other Lunas already surrounding her. Unlike earlier, when they had disdainful, bored expressions, now they were charmed by her.
The Luna of the Bloodmoon Pack even told her she'd like for them to become friends. The Luna of the Lunarstrike Pack said she was welcome to join the Luna monthly meeting. She even joked about making Evelyn the advisor to the Head Luna, since she was so knowledgeable.
And trust me—Evelyn was basking in all the attention. She complimented their dresses, hair and even made a few joke. Their laughter was soft and delicate.
When our eyes met briefly, she winked at me.
My mouth hung open in disbelief. She might be wolfless. Not royal born. But trust me, Evelyn is, by all standards, the perfect Luna.
In less than five minutes she transformed the tension-filled hall into a lively one. How did she do it so effortlessly?
Who really is Evelyn Darkmoors?
I'd like to know every damn thing about her.
I turned to Ashen. “I want you to find out everything about Evelyn,” I whispered. “Don’t leave out a single piece of information.“
“Got it, Alpha,” he nodded and stepped out of the hall.
I let her have her moment. I took a seat, but my eyes never left her. Watching her with keen interest, I realized I might have hit the jackpot with her.
This is more than just an arrangement. This is destiny!
This is more than just crossing paths. This is fate!
Gods. She was incredible.
After a while, she excused herself from the group. I could see them protesting lightly, clearly not wanting to let her go, but she offered one of those charming smiles again—like a queen bidding farewell to her subjects—and walked toward me.
With grace.
With pride.
And that damned intoxicating scent that made my wolf go feral.
She stopped in front of me and extended her hand.
“Dance with me?”
I stood instantly.
No hesitation.
How could I possibly say no?
I took her hand and led her to the center of the hall as the soft rhythm of a slow song filled the space again. The crowd parted slightly—some watching, others joining the dance floor.
I placed one hand at her waist, the other holding hers as she rested her free hand on my shoulder. She was warm, soft, and yet carried herself like fire wrapped in silk.
As we moved to the rhythm, I found myself leaning slightly. “How did you do it?” I asked, genuinely curious. “Turn a room full of snarling wolves into adoring puppies?”
Her lips curved, teasing. “Just because.”
I raised a brow, amused. “That’s not an answer.”
She giggled softly, “And yet, it's all you're getting.”
I smirked. I loved that she didn’t cower. That she didn’t bend simply because I was an Alpha.
And come to think of it….. Evelyn has never bent to anyone.
We swayed, spinning slowly in synchrony.
Then—she missed a step.
Her ankle wobbled, and before she could even stumble fully, I caught her. One arm around her waist, the other steadying her by the back of her thigh.
“You alright?” I asked, voice dipping low, my mouth dangerously close to her ear.
She nodded, a little flustered, cheeks flushed. “My shoes…”
I looked down at the ridiculous heels and clicked my tongue.
Without saying a word, I crouched slowly, sliding my hand down her calf. I pulled off one heel, then the other. She gripped my shoulders for balance, her eyes wide as I did the unthinkable in front of everyone.
When I stood back up, I didn’t give her time to protest.
I scooped her up into my arms in one swift motion.
Gasps.
Chuckles.
Music playing on.
But all I saw was her.
All I smelled was her.
All I wanted… was her.
Her arms curled around my neck instinctively, eyes blinking up at me in surprise. “Sebastian…?”
I leaned down, my voice low and possessive. “We’re going home.”
“But—”
“I can’t wait any longer,” I whispered, tightening my grip on her as I started walking off the dance floor. “I need you. Tonight. I want to claim you.”
Her breath hitched, but she didn’t argue.
Instead… she melted into me.
And the hall behind us faded into nothing.
Because right now, all that mattered was her.
My Luna.
My chosen mate.
My everything.
Evelyn…