Fate Says No, but the Devil Says Yes

"On the day of my mate-bonding ceremony, someone threw a corrosive potion at me, leaving my face disfigured.In front of everyone, Oliver Fielding—my fated mate, the one promised to me for eight years—coldly rejected me and claimed the Alpha's younger stepsister, Isabella Dorsey, instead.That same night, Alpha Lucas Dorsey placed a moonstone ring in my hand. "If Oliver won't claim you, then I will. And I'll make sure you get justice."He brushes his fingers over my corroded, scarred cheek and whispers tenderly, "Evelyn, even in such a state, you're more beautiful than anyone else."Since he claimed me, Lucas has treated me like something sacred. He remembers every little thing I love and hate.Even when the painful memories overwhelm me and I lash out in panic, he just presses a kiss to my palm, his pain lingering in the touch.How could I not be completely lost to him?However, three years later, I overhear Lucas speaking with his assassin outside the council chamber. "That silver-laced corrosive potion I had you prepare—was the dosage correct?"The assassin hesitates before replying, "Alpha, if you care about Evelyn so much, why would you—""Isabella wants Oliver, so I'll help her by removing the obstacle—Evelyn." He runs his thumb over the herbal sachet I made him and murmurs, "It's just… I've grown strangely reluctant to let Evelyn go. She's my pawn, after all."I wipe away my tears. If I'm nothing more than an obstacle to him, I'll save him the trouble and walk away on my own."