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I sit alone at the long dining table. The staff have set out food for me; toast, scrambled eggs, and a little fruit are arranged with funereal neatness on a white porcelain plate.
I poke absently at the scrambled eggs with the edge of my fork, but the sight and smell of them churn something in my stomach. I'm not sure if I'm hungry or sick or just tired of pretending I'm okay.
I take a slow sip of tea and push the cup and plate further away. My stomach growls in protest, but everything I try to eat tastes like ash.
All that is in my memory is Miles with Roxy on her birthday yesterday. The pretty twin and the man who could never love anyone but her. He had left our home and traveled all the way to celebrate with her, while I was here, yearning for even a glance from him.
It did not only hurt me, it broke me. I've loved that man since I first understood what that word meant. But he has never truly been mine.
I stare at the fork in my hand and imagine driving it into my own thigh just to remind myself I am still here. Instead, I press it flat against the table and close my eyes, breathing shallowly.
Roxy was given a two-year ban from Snowfall Pack after she pushed me so hard I fell and lost my first child with Miles. The same child that forced Miles to mark and claim me as his mate and Luna. But both Mom and Miles claimed Roxy wasn't in her right frame of mind, that she went berserk when she heard Miles was taking me as Luna because I carried his child.
She had abused drugs, lost control, and Miles had spent every second by her side, neglecting me. He even blamed me for making Roxy like that. After she pushed me down the stairs, Pa Dennis banned her from entering Snowfall for two years and sent her to rehab in another pack. That ban ruined whatever remained of my relationship with Mom.
Everyone blamed me for taking advantage of Miles' drunken state and shamed me even more for 'stealing' my sister's man. Because on the night of the Awakening Ceremony, Miles had publicly declared his intention to make Roxy his Luna.
But Pa Dennis, the reigning Alpha then and a firm believer in tradition, insisted that Miles take me as Luna instead. And that's how we ended up married.
A sudden wave of nausea rises inside me, unexpected and fast. I drop the napkin and press a hand to my mouth, rising quickly from the chair. My feet move on instinct, carrying me up the stairs, one hand gripping the railing tightly.
By the time I reach the bedroom, I'm barely holding it in. I rush straight to the bathroom, drop to my knees, and throw up everything I've managed to eat, or tried to eat this morning. My hair sticks to my face as I cough and spit into the sink.
I rinse my mouth with trembling hands, and sit on the edge of the tub for a moment, breathing hard. For a while, I do nothing. My body is spent, but my brain keeps whirring like a motor that refuses to shut off. I stare at the ceiling and wait for the shaking to stop.
I have been like this for a few days now, eating very little and throwing out whatever enters my stomach.
The sound of my phone ringing is so unexpected that I jolt upright, smacking my head against the sink beside me.
It rings and rings. On the fourth pass, it goes silent, only to start up again immediately after.
I rise with my legs still weak and shaky, and stagger back to the room. The screen is lit up with mother flashing on the screen.
MOTHER?!
I can't remember the last time she called me. I didn't even know she had my number. I let it ring one more time, just to prove I can, then, slide my thumb across the screen and press the phone to my ear,
bracing myself.
"Hello?" a voice that doesn't belong to Mom says. "Am I speaking with Rhea Mondragon?"
"Yes, you are."
"Alright. I'm calling from Moonfall General Hospital. I'm calling in regard to your mother. She was involved in a rogue attack."
My heart drops and I gasp as my hand fly to my mouth.
"I will be right there," I say quickly and end the call.
'Rose? Rose,' I call the head servant through the mind-link.
'Yes Luna,' she answers.
'Tell Holmes to get the car ready, we are going to Moonfall Pack immediately.'
'Yes, Luna.'
***
Holmes opens the back seat door, and I step out. I don't hurry into the hospital because I don't feel enough panic. I've been thinking the entire drive here.
What is Mom doing in Moonfall Pack? And why did the hospital call me instead of Roxy? I'm certain they speak more often. Why reach out to me?
I walk into the reception and greet the nurse at the front desk. Hospitals always bring me a strange sense of peace. I admire the doctors and nurses. I admire their purpose and calm.
"Hi. I'm looking for a Lolita Chapman. I believe she was brought in here after a rogue attack."
"Relationship?" the nurse asks.
"She is my mother," I say almost in a whisper. The word mother tastes like dust in my mouth.
She nods, types into her computer, then looks up at me. "Mrs. Lolita was brought in with another man. They were both unconscious, but unlike her, we found no ID or cell phone on him. They are both in the ER. Just go straight ahead and turn left. You will see the emergency doors."
A frown creases my forehead, but I thank her and start to walk away. Then I pause.
"Has anyone else come for them yet?"
She shakes her head. "Not yet. I called you first since you seem to be closer. I also called your sister, but she hasn't arrived."
I exhale in relief. At least this gives me time to gather myself before Roxy shows up. I don't know what will happen when we see each other after eighteen months of cutting off communication. Maybe we will glare each other down or maybe we will put our differences aside long enough to make sure Mom is okay.
I ask around and find out the man brought in with Mom was Uncle Marcus, her elder brother. That only deepens the questions in my mind. Why were they both in Moonfall Pack?
I don't know how long I sit there in the waiting area, my fingers tapping on my knees and my foot bouncing against the floor. I'm not sad. Or at least, not as sad as I should be. These two people have never truly treated me like family. Roxy has always been their favorite. So no, I don't feel grief.
I only feel obligated to be here. It's the right thing to do. Because she is my mother and because the man inside is her brother. They had clothed, sheltered and fed me before I turned eighteen. I stand up and begin pacing the room.
Different thoughts are running through my head, but the one that won't let go is the image of Miles and Roxy together. I wonder if he is still with her. If they are still celebrating. If they are coming here together.
I try to shove the thoughts away when the waiting area door opens and Miles walks in, looking like a damn demi-god in a sharp black suit. My breath catches in my throat and my eyes immediately dart behind him, searching for Roxy, but he is alone.

RHEA'S POVMiles storms into our bedroom, and I trail behind him like a ghost. Once the heavy wooden door shuts behind us, he turns to me."I want a divorce," he says.I stop in my tracks as the floor sways beneath my feet. My hand trembles at my side, and I clutch the edge of the dresser, needing something solid to hold on to. My chest rises and falls in slow disbelief as my heart crashes into my ribs. I can't breathe. I can't think. All I can do is stand there, trapped in this nightmare I've been dreading since the day he marked me.The words hang in the air between us. They are three words, simple and clear, but also very devastating."Did you hear me?" Miles asks, his voice hard. "I said I want a divorce.""I heard you," I whisper.He runs a hand through his hair and starts pacing. "I can't do this anymore, Rhea. I'm tired of walking on eggshells. I'm tired of your insecurities and jealousy. This marriage...it's not working.""Miles—" I begin, but he cuts me off with a sharp gest
RHEA'S POVI do not say a word. I just sit there, frozen in the same spot, watching the two of them as if I am not even in the same room. His hands move in slow circles on her back, pressing her closer. He never held me like that, even when I lost our baby. Seeing this feels like a knife between my ribs.The waiting room door swings open, and a doctor in green scrubs steps out. Her face is set in that careful, neutral expression they must teach in medical school, the one that gives nothing away until the words are actually spoken."Family of Lolita Chapman?" she asks, her eyes sweeping over us.I rise from my chair at the same moment Roxy tears herself away from Miles. We approach the doctor together, not looking at each other."I am her daughter," we say in unison, and I flinch at the sound of our voices. They are so similar, yet somehow, hers always seems to carry more weight.The doctor nods, her eyes flicking between us, registering our almost identical features. "Your mother is s
RHEA'S POVRelief washes over me the moment I realize Miles came alone. I didn't even know I was holding my breath until now. I hadn't prepared myself for seeing Roxy with him. His eyes find mine across the waiting room, and for a moment, just one small moment, I forget that he doesn't love me. That his heart has never been mine. That yesterday, while I sat alone surrounded by staff pretending to celebrate my birthday, he was with her.He strides toward me, all Alpha confidence and sharp angles in his tailored suit. I've memorized every line of his face, every shift of his expression, and right now, there's something in his eyes I rarely see when he looks at me—concern."Hey," he says, his voice gentler than I've heard in months. "I came as soon as I heard. Are you alright?"The gentleness in his tone makes my chest ache. This is the Miles I fell in love with all those years ago by the river, not the cold stranger who shares my bed but never his heart.I just nod, not trusting my voic
RHEA'S POVI sit alone at the long dining table. The staff have set out food for me; toast, scrambled eggs, and a little fruit are arranged with funereal neatness on a white porcelain plate.I poke absently at the scrambled eggs with the edge of my fork, but the sight and smell of them churn something in my stomach. I'm not sure if I'm hungry or sick or just tired of pretending I'm okay.I take a slow sip of tea and push the cup and plate further away. My stomach growls in protest, but everything I try to eat tastes like ash.All that is in my memory is Miles with Roxy on her birthday yesterday. The pretty twin and the man who could never love anyone but her. He had left our home and traveled all the way to celebrate with her, while I was here, yearning for even a glance from him.It did not only hurt me, it broke me. I've loved that man since I first understood what that word meant. But he has never truly been mine.I stare at the fork in my hand and imagine driving it into my own th
Five Years Later...RHEA'S POVI fall back on the mattress, my body slick with sweat and limp with pleasure. I'm still recovering from the spasms of my powerful õrgasm that continue to ripple through me, but Miles has already disentangled and distanced himself from me just seconds after our mutual release.His detachment every time we make love breaks me. Still, I turn to face him as he lies on his back, staring at the ceiling, panting. I want to touch him, but I already know he will pull away. He has done it for the past eighteen months since our mating ceremony. I've finally learned that his coldness isn't going to change.He rises from the bed without sparing me a glance and begins to pull on his shorts.I know I'm not supposed to hope for after-sêx talk or expect warm cuddles and lazy snuggles, but I can't help myself. Today is supposed to be the happiest day of my life, and I want him to remember that."Miles," I call softly."Hmm," he hums, still not bothering to look my way."I
I walk down the familiar path to the riverbank, a place where I always find a strange, quiet peace in times like these. Not many pack members ever come here, and that, more than anything, is why I cherish it. The moon guides my path as I wipe the tears from my eyes.I had just had an ugly fight with my mother about my twin sister, and this time, Mother hit me. She always takes my sister's side, never wanting to hear my story. I have vowed never to return to that house again. Never.As I near the river, I see a young boy flailing wildly above the surface. I freeze. What is a boy who can't swim doing in the cold river? He is gasping, sinking, rising again—then sinking back. I rush toward him. Since I can swim, I don't hesitate. But before I can dive into the water, he disappears beneath the surface. I search desperately inside the water for him. A few agonizing minutes later, I manage to pull the unconscious boy out of the water, dragging him to the safety of a large, moss-covered tree








