Marked by Five Alphas: The Immortal Luna
Chapter 18: Evelyn: My Inner Wolf Deserves a Therapist

Chapter 18: Evelyn: My Inner Wolf Deserves a Therapist

Evelyn~

There was definitely something wrong with me.

I had spent the entire day and night having sex with Theron, like some wild animal in heat, the kind that had no shame in biting and scratching each other just to satisfy their lust.

However, strangely enough, my body felt more refreshed than ever. Sure, I could heal myself quickly, but usually that came with some fatigue, probably because I was always too depressed after surviving another death attempt.

But this time, my body regenerated not because someone tried to kill me. Well, technically, he did stab me with his big pillar, but that’s ... a different kind of story.

It happened because someone poured his love into me—wait, no. Was that even love?

He only marked me because I was his mate. So maybe it wasn’t love. Maybe it was just lust.

But whatever.

The point is, I felt better after having sex with him and maybe, a little happy.

"A bit happy?" my wolf scoffed. "It’d be easier to just admit you’re really happy right now."

I asked bluntly, "Why would you say that?"

"Because you’re smiling so wide," she said. "Go look at yourself in the mirror and you’ll see just how happy you are!"

That was ridiculous.

I wasn’t smiling because I was happy. I just felt ... refreshed. That’s all.

I looked around and finally noticed I was in a different room from last night.

When I turned my head to the side, Theron wasn’t there, but the sheets were still warm, a sign he had slept beside me all night.

"Where is she, Your Majesty?"

I vaguely heard voices from outside the room. I quickly got out of bed and tiptoed to the door, pressing my ear against it to eavesdrop.

They sounded ... tense. Worried, maybe? And then I heard Theron’s voice too. It was colder than usual, but full of authority. I’d never heard him speak like that before.

Oh, no.

Were they trying to find me and burn me alive?

The news about how I survived the explosion yesterday had probably spread across the palace by now.

Theron might not care about that, but what about the rest?

Some of them might try to convince the King of Valedorn that his mate was dangerous, a curse, something that should be destroyed, not protected.

"Should I run?" I whispered as I backed away from the door. It sounded like I was asking myself, but I was actually asking my wolf.

"Your mate sounds like he’s protecting you," she said calmly. "So why are you panicking? Just breathe. Maybe nothing bad will happen."

Maybe, she said.

But I never liked the word ’maybe’. To me, ’maybe’ always felt like a softer way of saying, yes, something bad is coming.

"Why do you always assume ’maybe’ means something bad?" my wolf asked, clearly confused by my train of thought. "I said maybe you won’t get hurt. Why not hold onto that?"

I rolled my eyes. "Because with my luck? You know I’m basically a disaster magnet. Bad things stick to me better than perfume."

Before my wolf could say anything else, I heard one of the people outside speak again.

"Your Majesty, with all due respect, we need to see her now."

Theron’s voice grew even colder. "Didn’t I make myself clear? None of you will see my mate until she wakes up."

Oh, how sweet of him. He was putting my sleep above everything else.

But still, what were those people outside going to do once they saw me? Were they out there with pitchforks and torches? Ready to drag me out and burn me alive?

"I already have his mark. Isn’t that enough?" I muttered to myself as I grabbed the clothes from the nightstand and started putting them on. "Politics in this kingdom is going to fry my brain. Why don’t we just run away now? There’s nothing wrong with that, right?"

Theron might not be the source of my pain, but the people around him? They could bring trouble.

He was the Alpha King of Valedorn, after all.

Once news spreads that he has a new mate, a Luna, to be exact, the political world would erupt.

It wouldn’t be surprising if certain factions tried to kill me out of fear I might bear Theron’s heir.

"Are you seriously that dumb?" my wolf said bluntly. "What would you do if you go into heat again? He’s the only one who can help you."

"You said I have five mates, didn’t you?" I shot back. "Maybe one of them lives a drama-free life in the woods."

"So what?" my wolf groaned, clearly exhausted from trying to reason with me. "Let’s say you have four rich mates and one poor one. Based on your logic, you’d ditch the four wealthy ones and run off with the broke one?"

I clicked my tongue when I realized the clothes I was wearing were Theron’s because they were far too big on me.

While tying the waistband of the pants, I muttered, "Yeah. What’s wrong with that? Money always brings problems. I’m tired of problems."

"Being broke also brings problems," my wolf snapped. Then she screamed as I reached for the window. "Seriously?! Stop! Why are you opening the window?!"

"I’m not escaping through it," I lied, sliding it open anyway. "I’m just ... checking my options."

"Have you lost your mind? Even if you could jump from this high up, you’d never make it out of the palace!" My wolf reminded me. "Have you forgotten about the barrier walls? The second you touch them, you’ll explode!"

"Maybe I can jump high enough that I won’t have to touch anything."

My wolf groaned in absolute frustration. Honestly, I couldn’t blame her. I’d lose my mind too if I had to argue with someone like me.

Creak.

A smile tugged at my lips when I managed to open the window frame. I looked down to the ground below. From here, it looked like the third floor, maybe? Or fourth? Hard to say.

Honestly, I wasn’t sure. Maybe I’d break a leg jumping from here, but I’d heal fast, so it didn’t matter.

I was already lifting one leg onto the windowsill when the door behind me suddenly flew open.

Theron stood there, staring straight at me like he already knew exactly what I was planning.

He didn’t even raise his voice. "Evelyn. Don’t."

He said it like someone talking to a stubborn puppy. "Just so you know, the explosion magic is still active. Unless you want to make your debt even bigger, go ahead."

I froze the moment he mentioned my debt.

Sure, I’d said I wanted to jump over the wall. But in truth, I wasn’t even sure I could. I couldn’t shift into my wolf form yet.

Slowly, very slowly, I pulled my leg back down and stood in the corner of the room, staring at the floor like a child who just got caught stealing cookies.

"I don’t have any money right now, Your Majesty ..." I said softly, trying my best to sound pitiful. "Please don’t make my debt even bigger."

Before Theron could even react to what I said, my wolf cut in immediately. "Ugh, stop, just stop it!" she groaned. "Don’t you dare start acting like some sweet, innocent girl. You’re making me want to throw up!"