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Back at the pack house, chaos reigned beneath a veil of tense silence.The news about the Luna had spread like wildfire, that she was in labor.Every corridor buzzed with hushed voices. Pack members lingered just outside the Queen’s quarters, pacing, whispering, praying. Inside the chamber, the air was thick with pain, fear, and the scent of blood and incense.Alpha Damon sat by Bella’s side, gripping her hand tightly. She lay sprawled across the bed, her body wracked with labor pains, her face slick with sweat.“Everything will be fine,” Damon whispered, his voice low, reassuring. “You’ll be alright.”But his eyes betrayed him—sharp with worry, rimmed with sleeplessness.Suddenly, the doors burst open.A maid hurried in, followed closely by the midwife. Damon surged to his feet, rage flashing in his eyes.“What the hell took you so long?” he snapped. His voice cracking across the room like a whip.The midwife flinched but didn’t stop moving. “Forgive me, my Lord. I... I was with Mis

Three months crawled by in the dungeon.Three long, rotting months of silence, cold, and the steady unraveling of Amber’s mind.She no longer recognized the sound of her own voice. She hadn’t spoken to anyone... truly spoken in weeks. Only the low muttering she sometimes caught herself doing, just to remind herself she was still real.That she was still alive.Her cell was a tomb—damp, pitch-dark except for the narrow slit near the ceiling where a thread of light sometimes snuck in. The stone floor bit into her knees when she knelt too long. The chains were gone now, they realized they didn’t need them. She had nowhere to go. No strength left to run.Her body had withered. Her hair hung in greasy knots around her hollow face. Her eyes, once full of fire, were now sunken and dull, shadowed with dark circles and hopelessness.The only visitor she had was the maid—young, silent and always avoiding Amber’s gaze. She came twice a day, sliding in a rusted plate and bowl without a word.St

Silence crashed over the room.Then gasps.Alpha Damon turned to Amber, his eyes dark as coals, and barked, “How could you? Father loved you like his own!”Amber instinctively stepped back, fear and panic flashing across her face.Her knees buckled, and she fell to the ground.“N... no. I... I did no such thing. I didn’t kill him, Damon. You have to believe me!” she stammered, tears escaping her eyes as Damon’s words hung heavy in the air.Bella, seething, snapped, “It was her. I saw her!”Amber’s mouth fell open in shock. “She’s lying, Damon. I did not kill Father!”But Damon wasn’t buying it.He turned to the guards, voice sharp as steel. “Seize her! Take her to the council to be judged!”The guards moved quickly, descending on Amber and grabbing her arms as they dragged her toward the council.Amber thrashed, her voice rising. “I’m innocent, Damon! I did not kill Father! I’m being framed!”Her screams drew the attention of the pack, and soon the council room filled with members.Th

The weeks flew by like seconds.Each day, a constant reminder of Damon’s betrayal.Amber had been stripped of her title as Luna, demoted to the rank of a mere servant, forced to work in the kitchens like she never belonged.Life in the pack house had only grown worse since Damon turned his back on her.The divorce papers had been signed. And Damon had threatened to throw her out of the pack house.The only reason she remained was because of Alpha Kyle—Damon’s father. The man who had treated her like a daughter when everyone else had forsaken her.Even on his sickbed, he had stood by her, ordering Damon to leave her be. But that did little to silence the rumors now consuming the pack.Bella had spread lies like poison, labeling her a cheat.A slut.A whore who had betrayed her husband.Damon had heard the rumors too, but chose silence. And that silence had only added weight to the lies.Amber hadn’t told him about the pregnancy.She couldn’t.Not like this. Not when the man she once l

On the bustling night streets of Duskdale, Amber Cross made her way home from the hospital, a bright smile stretching across her face as she held a brown envelope tightly against her chest.The doctor’s words echoed joyfully in her mind, “Congratulations, Mrs. Cross. You’re two weeks pregnant!”Amber let out a soft squeal of happiness, her fingers trembling with excitement as she gently rubbed her stomach.As Luna of the Silver Moon Pack, humiliation had always been part of the package. Married to Alpha Damon—heir to a billion dollar empire and leader of one of the most powerful packs in the region. Yet, in the eyes of the pack members, she was still just a lowly omega who married up.And Damon?He had never truly loved her.The only reason he agreed to the marriage was the mate bond. There was no affection. No warmth. Just duty.But now, with this pregnancy coming her way, Amber couldn't help but hope it might change everything.Her heart pounded as she reached the pack house.With a