The Disdained Luna Who Rose Alone-Chapter 75 Memories from Years Ago

Calvin’s POV

I watched Evelyn walk away, frustration boiling in my chest. How could she be so blind? Didn’t she see the way Leon looked at her? His eyes were full of longing,like a man staring at the woman he’d never gotten over.

The air between them was thick with something unspoken, the kind of tension that only existed between lovers reunited after years apart.

I stormed back to my room, my mood black. Today was my last day at Evelink Biosciences.Stupid lab rules,only family could visit and only for a week. Even Zoen had to stay outside, only able to pass me documents and updates on the pack.

The twins were still unconscious. I couldn’t take them until they recovered, so I had to agree to leave them here for treatment.

Now that I’m leaving, Leon happens to wake up.

I still remember the first time I saw him,the night of my mating ceremony with Evelyn. The same night I first claimed her.

That night, she wore that beautiful dress,the white one that clung to her curves just right. I took my time with her, savoring every second. My lips met hers slowly, testing. She didn’t pull away. Just trembled against me, her kisses soft and unsure, like she’d never been touched before.

I slid the straps down her shoulders, letting the fabric pool at her waist. Her skin was warm under my palms. She didn’t stop me when my fingers traced her back, when I unhooked her bra and let it fall. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

Then I stripped off my own clothes, watching her eyes go wide. Evelyn gasped when she saw the length of my cock.

Fear flickered in her eyes, but fascination won.Her gaze raked over my naked body like she couldn’t look away.

She covered her face with her hands, but I heard her shaky breath.

I chuckled, leaning down over her again. My lips found her neck, and she shivered as my warm breath ghosted over her skin. My hand tightened on her waist before I tore away the last scrap of her lingerie.

When my fingers brushed her core, she gasped loudly, her hands flying to grip my arms. I nipped at her earlobe, then pulled back to settle between her thighs. Her face was flushed, her lips parted,clueless about what I was going to do next.

I sucked my fingers clean, watching her eyes widen.

Then I pushed inside her.

She cried out, her legs instinctively trying to clamp shut. I held them open, my grip firm.

"Relax," I growled. "Just feel it."

At first, she whimpered, her body tense. But after a few slow thrusts, her breath hitched differently. Pleasure, not pain. Her moans grew louder, more desperate, until she arched off the bed with a sharp cry, coming on my fingers.

But I wasn’t done.

My cock nudged her entrance, and her eyes flew open.

"I’ve fucked you in my head a thousand times," I muttered, kneading her breast as I rubbed myself against her soaked folds.

She bit her lip, trembling.

Then I thrust inside,hard.

Her scream was sweet, nails digging into my back as she struggled to adjust. I gave her a moment, kissing her neck, her jaw, anywhere to distract her from the stretch.

Then I moved.

Slow at first, then rougher, deeper.Her tightness was fucking unreal,her walls clenching around me like she was trying to milk me dry.

"Fuck..." I groaned. "You’re so tight."

Her tears spilled over, but she wasn’t pulling away. Instead, she wrapped her legs around me, dragging me deeper.

When she came again, her whole body shook. I felt her flutter around me, and that was it—I slammed into her one last time, spilling inside her with a ragged groan.

She went limp beneath me, her chest heaving. I stayed buried inside her, catching my breath before finally pulling out.

She turned her head to look at me, then quickly glanced away, blushing.

I yanked her against my chest, throwing the blanket over us.

"Sleep," I ordered.

She curled into me, her hand resting over my heartbeat.

"Happy wedding night, Mate," she whispered.

I had taken her tirelessly, both of us drifting in a deep sea of passion, reaching the heights of pleasure again and again.

By the end, Evelyn lay exhausted, unable to even lift a finger. Her eyes were red-rimmed as she stared at me with accusation and disbelief.

"I thought you were abst..."

I cut off her words with another kiss, making her forget everything else.

Later, I carried her to shower, then back to our bed.

Dawn was breaking by then.

Standing on the balcony to clear my head in the morning air, I spotted Leon’s lone figure by his car, staring up at our third-floor bedroom.

That was our first silent challenge. I dismissed him then, seeing only a defeated rival.

But later, during a chance meeting, this man would shatter my marriage!

He destroyed the stable life I’d built, wave after wave of chaos crashing down until we reached this point today.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

I opened it to find a smartly dressed woman standing there. I recognized her from when the lab took in Rowan and Rhys.

"Alpha Calvin, I’m Anya, the lab’s bioprocess manager. We’re shipping out medicine today, and since you’re leaving too, why don’t we go together?"

I nodded and followed her. Evelyn Biosciences had always kept its true nature well hidden.

From day one of my arrival, I’d known this facility’s exact coordinates. Zeon had men stationed around the perimeter. Evelyn knew nothing about this.

When it was time to leave, I said goodbye to my sons, then looked at Evelyn one last time.

She stiffened immediately, like prey sensing a predator’s gaze. Her body tensed, but she didn’t turn to face me.

I boarded the lab shuttle with its special black windows that blocked all outside view.

After thirty minutes of winding roads, we reached the lab’s outer boundary.

A line of black cars waited there, with a sleek black Maybach in the middle.

Zeon rushed to me as I stepped out, worry clear on his face.

During my stay, I couldn’t communicate properly with the outside world.

If not for my working tracker, Zeon might have thought my ex-wife had made me disappear.

"Alpha, Miss Whitmore is in trouble!" he said urgently.

We hurried back to Ravenshade, straight to the hospital.

Clara’s condition made even my expression darken. Her face was covered in scratches.

The bloody marks created a horrifying sight.

Not an inch of smooth skin remained on her face.

Seeing me, she broke down crying. The tears stung her wounds, making her want to cover her face but too afraid to touch it.

Through her tears, Clara accused Evelyn.

"Calvin, my face is ruined!"

"Evelyn did this to me!"