But for some reason, after I got married and resigned, he became much more serious with me.
“There was an earthquake in the western region of the Nocterra pack. I’d like you to check on the situation and lead the warriors in rescuing the victims,” he informed me.
My mother’s hometown was also located in the Nocterra pack. I accepted the mission and was about to contact the warriors when I saw that Laila had texted me privately with a photo.
In the photo, Laila’s hand was wrapped in a strong, well-defined one, and both of their ring fingers wore matching couple rings.
“Seraphina, I finally know the joy of being a bride. You’ll give me your blessing, right?” Laila asked.
Though his face wasn’t shown, I recognized the faint scar on the back of Jackson’s hand.
Even though my heart had already numbed, it still ached uncontrollably.
That scar came from the time after our wedding when a drunk man caused trouble and questioned my worthiness to be Jackson’s mate. Jackson had protected me and was cut by a silver knife—that wound left a lasting scar.
It had always been the proof I held onto that made me believe he truly cared for me.
But after I thought back to it, Laila had been standing behind me that entire time. So, in the end, it had all been nothing but my own wishful thinking.
I suppressed my emotions, and with a heart full of sorrow and pity, I led the warriors to help the affected people at the disaster site.
The consequences of this earthquake were particularly severe. As I looked at the nearby minefield built by chiseling into the mountain, I felt a bad premonition.
However, in the next second, someone kicked me hard from behind.
Caught off guard, I fell forward onto the rubble and gravel caused by the earthquake. Chunks of tender flesh were instantly torn from my hands and face.
My father’s voice came from behind, sounding cruel. “Seraphina, did you follow us all the way here just to catch a cheater?
