Lend Me Your Moonlight Until My Last Breath
On the night of the full moon, both the widowed Omega, Natalie, and I went into sudden, agonizing labor.
The pain brought me to my knees on the cold floor. Clutching Kaelen’s hand with the last of my strength, I begged him to take me to the hospital. But my pleas fell on deaf ears. Within the pack, everyone believed I was finally getting exactly what I deserved. After all, five years ago, I had cruelly played with Kaelen’s feelings and publicly rejected our mate bond.
Now, with my pack on the brink of decline, Kaelen had risen to become the Supreme Alpha, forcing me into a partnership. Yet, while he claimed my body night after night, he bitterly refused to give me his mark. Even when he brought the pregnant Natalie into our home, I merely turned away and walked back to my room without a word—an indifference that only fueled his volatile rage.
Until tonight, when Natalie and I went into labor at the exact same time.
In my agony, I finally broke down and confessed that I loved him. But Kaelen only saw it as another calculated lie.
Scooping Natalie up into his arms, he looked down at me with cold, unyielding eyes. “Natalie was right about you. You’re just staging a premature labor to orchestrate your escape and abandon the pack again.” He sneered, turning his back on me. “If you really love me, you’ll wait until she safely delivers. Don’t even think about running from me this time.”
With the Alpha’s absolute command issued, the pack members did everything in their power to stall my delivery, ignoring my fading pulse.
By the time Kaelen finally remembered me—deciding he would perform the marking ritual the moment our pup was born—it was already too late.
My pup and I were already cold.