His Gentle Voice, His Cruel Thoughts Chapter 05
Genevieve’s eyes widened. She was about to unleash a furious tirade when I smirked and said, “Don’t get too worked up, Mrs. Garrison. I was just joking.”
My voice was as gentle as ever, but deep down, I knew breaking the mate bond was no joke.
By the tenth day, my changes were too massive for Alder to ignore.
It all started with a photo I posted online. In the past, my feed of hundreds of posts was filled with him, as if my world revolved around a single identity-Alder’s Luna.
There wasn’t a single photo of me or a hint about my hobbies or personal life.
Looking back, it was utterly pathetic.
Today, I posted a new update without mentioning Alder at all. It was a simple shot of a paint-stained palette and the corner of an unfinished canvas, captioned with just two words “New Beginnings”.
Within minutes, it had hundreds of likes.
Alder saw it too. When he returned home from work that evening, he glanced at me as he passed through the living room.
“I saw your post today. Why did you suddenly dig out your old paintbrushes? Are you too bored staying at home?”
His thoughts followed. [Well, it’s a good thing if she finds a hobby to kill time. At least she won’t cling to me all /day.]
Instead of getting up to pour him water like I used to, I hummed softly in response.
That night, Danika sent a probing text. “Maeve, the photo you posted looks quite artistic. Which gallery did you buy that decorative painting from?”
I calmly replied, “I painted it myself.”
A long pause followed before she sent back a string of exaggerated praise emojis.
To her, I was nothing more than just a housewife who only knew her way around the kitchen. There was no way I possibly knew how to paint.
The surface calm was truly shattered on the 12th day.
Genevieve came to the villa and spotted a residential lease agreement on the coffee table. It was for a 500-square- foot one-bedroom apartment in Westfield with the tenant named Maeve Rosethorn.
Her sharp shrieks rang through the living room. “Maeve! What is this? Are you moving out?”
I walked down the stairs, and my expression was unchanged as I replied, “I rented a space because I need a quiet place to paint.”
“Paint?”
Genevieve’s expression was full of disgust. “You’re a Luna, yet you’re renting a place in Westfield, where commoners live. What will the other packs think of us?”
Her inner thoughts exploded right after. Is this she wolf insane? If word gets out, the wolves will think the Noirwood pack is going bankrupt!!
Before I could reply, footsteps came from the door. Alder was back.
Genevieve immediately rushed over to complain. “Look at your mate, Alder! She rented an apartment behind your back!”
When Alder heard, he raised a brow in surprise.
There was a perfect amount of concern in his voice as he asked, “What’s going on, Maeve? Are you unhappy living at home? Why would you suddenly want to rent a place outside?”
But his thoughts carried a note of condescension. [What game is she playing now? Is she trying to get my attention?]
I looked at him and calmly announced, “I need an independent space for a studio.”
His tone softened. “If you want to paint, I’ll have the butler clear out one of the guest rooms on the third floor for you. The security in Westfield is terrible, so I don’t feel safe leaving you there alone.”
But his mind brutally exposed his true thoughts.
[Five years ago, she agreed to give up on this useless hobby, but now she’s at it again. She can mess around at home all she wants, as long as she doesn’t embarrass the pack.]
He was about to instruct the butler to clear the room when the doorbell rang
Danika walked in on her high heels. It was obvious Genevieve had summoned her.
Her mind buzzed with excited thoughts. [The show’s about to start! Let’s see how Maeve saves herself from embarrassment this time.]
To Alder, she played the part of a sweet, hypocritical peacemaker. “It’s actually a good thing that Maeve has her own hobbies, Alpha Alder. But if it’s just painting, any room in the house will do.
“It won’t look good for the company if the paparazzi catch Luna of the Noirwood pack living alone in Westfield, right?”
Her thoughts were vicious. [They should lock her up at home as a live-in maid. Who does she think she is to deserve holding a paintbrush?]
Genevieve nodded vigorously, and Alder agreed with her words, too.
“Listen to her, Maeve. We’ll talk about renting some other time.”
His thoughts echoed his words. [Danika’s right. I can’t let her go out there and make a fool of herself.]
Some other time?
For the past five years, every request I had ever made, whether it was to get a job or visit Father’s grave, ruthlessly shut down with the same three words.
had been
In the past, I would have meekly compromised, but today, I didn’t. I picked up my bag from the couch and marched toward the front door.
Alder finally panicked a little and reached out to grab my forearm. “Don’t be reckless, Maeve.”
“Let go.” I turned around and stared at him with eyes completely devoid of emotion. “The contract is signed, and
the deposit is paid. They won’t refund it if I don’t move in.”
Then, I brushed his hand off, pushed the door, and walked out.
Behind me came Genevieve’s enraged curses.
Just before the door clicked shut, Danika’s thoughts drifted into my ear.
[How dare you humiliate Alder in public, Maeve? Just you wait.]
