Chapter 182

　　"No, not Miss Carter. She is Luna of the Black Thorn Pack," said Patrick. 　　The makeup artist was confused. "What?" 　　"She is my mate." Patrick glanced at the makeup artist. "What do you think you should call her?" 　　The makeup artist's face paled, and sweat immediately appeared on her forehead. Her delicate makeup was ruined by sweat. 　　Damon, who was behind the crowd, suddenly raised his head. He stared blankly at the couple not far from him. In the next moment, he lowered his head, but he no longer concealed the hatred and sadness in his eyes. 　　Before leaving, Patrick turned to Damon and said, "Damon, I hope you haven't forgotten what I told you in the study." 　　As soon as Patrick spoke, Damon's shoulders shook. 　　"You've been around me for a long time. We grew up together and my grandfather treated you like his grandson. He didn't have the heart to let you go to the border. Each member of the Black Thorn Pack is precious. My grandfather asked me to think about it before making a