The Pregnant Luna He Chose To Ignore

months, yet to my husband, A

n look up. He was too busy discussing nursery colors with Vict

ough me. I went into prematu

arm, begging him

shook

fe to comfort Victoria, who was fakin

bellowed, leaving me to be wheeled into

d, I lay alone in the

by that night. I found ou

toria had been poisoning me for months,

pers on my deathbed and

s a rejected Luna, but as the owner

a Summit, gaunt and broken, holdin

to his knees. "Please, Elena. I know the truth now.

the man who had l

n," I said, stepping over him

pte

na

f the paper, but from the sheer, crush

ahogany of Damien's desk. It made a dry, scraping so

t mo

nkles threatening to give out under the strain. Yet, standing here in the center

t, Damien,"

the pathetic, pleading tremor I had perfect

nts, his brow furrowed in that focused way that used to make my s

budget report, flipping the page

ena. I'm busy," he

tice the way I was gripping the edge of

lamp. A chair. A Luna who too

ere bathed in moonlight, alive with the sounds of families

ure that chilled me to the marrow. I was in the heart o

he smel

ying, and suffoca

n't my

ing the back of my throat like thick syrup. Victoria walke

ense, Alpha

of her silk dress brushing against

a cashmere shawl over his shoulders, her

l, practiced motion.

ng his lips. He didn't pull away. He didn't tell her

a giant fist was squeezing my lun

r I wore to mask the pregnancy he had never bothered to notice.

ame past the lump in my throat.

't find mine. They flicked to the docum

, Elena. Don'

kling sound that grated on my nerves

over my disheveled hair and baggy cloth

thy. "You really think leaving the Pack Alpha will get y

to scream. I wanted to flip

d the day I

as if I were the only person in the room. He had been kind. Gentle. That memo

lized that man didn't exist a

families. The passion had rotted into duty

r the ceremony," Victoria said, sliding a

exit ticket wit

le. "Of course. And for the nurs

d on her flat stomach. "They're paint

room

y. For her. For a baby t

was kicking my ribs, una

ered. The dust of my hope settled on the

wer was still there, but it didn't make me

nally. I will not be

folder. They weren't just legal documents anymore. They were a

he moon looked different now. It didn't

it here," I

already pointing at a color

the door. My legs were heavy, bu

g to save myself, and I w

ed chapter in my book. And