The Disdained Luna Who Rose Alone-Chapter 104 Being Watched

Evelyn’s POV

It wasn’t my imagination. A dark figure on the rooftop of the house diagonally across from mine ducked out of sight the moment my eyes landed on it. Someone was definitely tracking my movements.

I exchanged a quick glance with my security team at the gate, and they immediately understood. Within seconds, several guards were heading toward the suspicious building. I pulled out my phone and texted Jackson.

"Check all surveillance around the property. Flag any suspicious activity from the last 48 hours."

The response came quickly. "Already on it, boss."

Before Jackson’s team could complete their sweep, my phone buzzed with a notification. It was from Calvin’s security detail—always one step ahead, much to my annoyance. I opened the message and felt my jaw clench. The house was registered to someone I didn’t know, but it actually belonged to the Frost family. Keith Frost’s people were watching my home.

"Goddamn it," I muttered under my breath.

Eryx appeared at my side.

"Want me to grab him and bring him in for questioning?" he asked, cracking his knuckles. "I’ve been itching to teach that entitled prick a lesson since Helena’s funeral."

I shook my head. "He’s just bored and looking for attention. Let’s find him something productive to do instead."

Truth was, I wasn’t opposed to putting Keith in his place. Helena had been one of my closest friends, and her death had been devastating. Before she passed, she’d asked me to look after her younger brother, but Keith was nothing like his sister.

Helena had raised him after their parents died when she was barely a teenager herself. She’d given him everything, spoiled him rotten, and he’d grown into a selfish, entitled brat who took others for granted. The stark contrast between the siblings was painful—Helena had been loyal, selfless, and kind. Keith was... well, Keith.

"Boss," Jackson called as he jogged up to me, holding an envelope. "Lynn is awake. She asked me to give you this."

I took the envelope and opened it. Inside were two pieces of paper: a promissory note for her medical expenses and a thank-you letter. Reading her heartfelt words, I couldn’t help but smile. There was something about Lynn that reminded me of Helena—the same quiet strength, the same sense of gratitude.

I’d agreed to help Lynn after her suicide attempt for two reasons. First, I felt a connection to her pain. Like me, she’d discovered her mate’s betrayal right after learning she was pregnant. Keith’s cheating had devastated her, just as Calvin’s involvement with Clara had broken me. Second, her personality reminded me so much of Helena that I couldn’t turn away.

Lynn had promised to repay every penny of her medical bills once she recovered. Such determination would give her something to live for.

"Draw up an invoice for her," I told Jackson. "Make it a significant amount."

Jackson’s eyebrows shot up, understanding flashing in his eyes. "Want to give her a reason to stick around for the long haul, huh? Life-long debt as therapy?"

"Half a lifetime should be enough," I replied with a small smile.

I knew firsthand how crushing heartbreak could be. But unlike Lynn, I’d had years of hardship to build my resilience. After my parents’ death and losing everything when the Norse Pack territories were seized, I learned to survive with nothing. Those years of struggle had forged me into someone who could endure almost anything—even Calvin’s betrayal.

I looked down at Lynn’s simple but sincere letter again. Her story was painfully familiar. Loving parents who died in an accident, Keith helping her through her grief, and then building her entire future around him. She’d been planning their wedding, dreaming of children and a happy home like the one she’d grown up in. Then she discovered his betrayal while pregnant with their child.

Though Lynn was physically recovering, her emotional state remained fragile. If she encountered Keith again too soon, I feared what might happen.

"Lynn studied art in college, didn’t she?" I asked. "Send her to train with Master Keller. Tell him I’m calling in that favor."

Jackson’s eyes widened. "Master Keller? The most renowned artist? Getting accepted as his apprentice is like winning the lottery for an artist. Why are you doing so much for her?"

I shrugged, deflecting with humor. "Do you know how expensive lab equipment maintenance is? Another successful person in my debt is just good business."

My Evelink Biosciences lab cost a fortune to run, which was why I occasionally treated wealthy patients for substantial fees. But helping Lynn wasn’t about money. It was about giving someone a second chance, something I wished I’d had before my life with Calvin imploded.

I grabbed a pen from my desk and scribbled a note at the bottom of Lynn’s letter: "I look forward to seeing your work." Then I slipped it back into the envelope and handed it to Jackson.

"Make sure no one knows where she’s going," I instructed. "Especially Keith."

Jackson nodded confidently. "Consider it done."

I was about to head up to my study when my phone buzzed with an alert from the front gate security system. Calvin’s Maybach had pulled up. Great. Just what I needed today.

Through the security feed, I watched as Jackson and several guards blocked Calvin’s path at the gate. I turned up the volume to hear their conversation.

"Alpha Calvin," Jackson said with exaggerated formality, "Ms. Blackwell has requested that you respect her privacy when the children aren’t present."

Calvin’s expression darkened, but Jackson wasn’t done.

"Besides," he continued with a smirk, "she’s single now and entertaining potential suitors. Having her ex-husband lurking around might give the wrong impression. She’s quite serious about finding someone new."

If looks could kill, Jackson would have been eviscerated on the spot. Calvin’s eyes turned lethal, his jaw clenching so hard I could hear his teeth grinding through the monitor. I had to stifle a laugh. Jackson had always lived on the edge, even before joining my security team. The man had stared death in the face more times than most people change their socks.

Jackson shrugged innocently. "Her exact words, not mine. You’re welcome to ask her yourself... if she’d agree to see you."

Beta Zeon stepped forward with several Bloodbane pack enforcers. "Mr. Jackson, you might want to consider your words more carefully. They could have unfortunate consequences."

The tension between the two security teams was obvious, and it felt like watching two bombs ready to explode at any moment.