But he seemed distracted—he kept glancing toward the front door again and again, as if expecting an arrival.
And, by his side, Laila looked bashfully demure. Gone was the arrogant, sharp-tongued girl I’d always known—she was trying hard to project the dignified demeanor of a Luna.
My father and stepmother sat behind them, radiating a noble air that distracted people from the calculating gleam in their eyes.
Finally, the press conference officially began.
Right off the bat, a reporter asked sharply, “Why is the Ulvengard pack replacing its Luna? Alpha Jackson, have you betrayed your original mate?”
The reporter’s bold question made many in the livestream comments start to believe the broadcast was genuine and not just a political performance.
Jackson cleared his throat and calmly replied, “My ex-mate—Seraphina—and I had a peaceful separation. There was no betrayal from either side.”
Then he pulled Laila to his side and said, “Because of the Moon Goddess’s arrangement, I chose the wrong mate. For the rest of my life, I want to be with the one I truly love.”
The livestream comments scrolled by furiously. Many believed what Jackson said and widely praised their brave pursuit of love.
Strangely, none of the reporters asked about me again. Instead, they kept asking about Jackson and Laila’s love story and future plans.
I let out a chuckle. Who wrote this terrible script? Anyone with half a brain could see the plot holes.
But Jackson clearly hadn’t noticed, as he mechanically read his lines while constantly glancing toward the door.
At last, someone pushed open the door, and Jackson couldn’t help but smirk—that was until he saw who it was. Stunned, he asked, “Why is it you? Where’s Seraphina?”
