INICIAR SESIÓNI'm Kennedy, the pack's recognized Luna, and Tyler's fated mate—or so I foolishly believed. That day, the pregnancy test burned in my palm as I traced the tiny life growing inside me, my heart swelling with secret joy. But that joy turned to ash outside the club on that rainy night. Brenda's back—the woman who saved his life, the one he chose without hesitation over me. He grew colder by the day, letting her friends call me a FAKE LUNA to my face, even saying he wanted to reject our mate bond. I clung to my pregnancy like it was my last shred of dignity, terrified that if I spoke up, all I'd hear was his icy command-- "Abort it." He left me soaking in the rain, ignored me when I was burning with fever, and let me be humiliated, let me be pressured. But he forgot— I'm Kennedy, not some fragile vine that bends to his will. He'll pay the most brutal price for that stupid mistake!
Ver másThe morning light filtered softly into Kennedy's room, painting the luxurious space in hues of gold. She woke feeling surprisingly rested, the deep sleep having mended some of the frayed edges of her trauma. Tyler was already there, sitting quietly in an armchair by the window, a cup of tea steaming on the bedside table. He looked tired, his jaw shadowed with stubble, but his gaze was fixed on her with an intensity that made her breath catch."Good morning," he said, his voice low, almost hesitant."Morning," Kennedy replied, pushing herself up against the pillows. She took a sip of the tea, its warmth a welcome comfort. She looked at him, remembering his apology from the night before, the raw emotion in his eyes. "Tyler," she began, her voice calm, measured, "about what you said last night... I understand."Tyler stiffened, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "Understand?" he echoed, a hint of confusion in his tone."Yes," Kennedy continued, her gaze steady. "I unders
Tyler stood at the doorway, his hand still on the knob, his gaze finally meeting hers, raw and vulnerable. "Because you're my wife, Kennedy," he said, his voice low, husky. "And I almost lost you." The words hung in the air, heavy with unspoken regret and a desperate plea.Kennedy stared at him, the sheer weight of his confession hitting her. My wife. The title felt foreign, yet strangely familiar, after everything. A sharp, unexpected pain lanced through Tyler's chest, a physical manifestation of the emotional turmoil churning inside him. It was the fear, the guilt, the sudden, stark reality of how close he'd come to losing her, combined with her earlier mention of divorce. It felt like a fist clenching around his heart. He winced, a subtle tremor running through him.Kennedy saw it. Her eyes, still tired but sharp, immediately picked up on his discomfort. "Tyler? Are you okay?" Her voice was laced with genuine concern, a reflex born from years of shared history, despite their fractur
Tyler carried Kennedy through the hushed hospital corridors, his steps firm, almost urgent. As they neared the exit, he shifted her slightly in his arms, his voice a low, almost possessive murmur against her hair. "Hold on tight, Kennedy. Don't want you slipping." It wasn't just about her safety; it was a command, a subtle claim.Kennedy, still hazy from the ordeal and the medication, instinctively tightened her arms around his neck. Her cheek pressed against his chest, feeling the solid beat of his heart. A strange flutter stirred in her stomach – confusion, yes, but also a nascent warmth she couldn't quite place. Slipping? she thought, a little muddled. He held her so securely, so effortlessly. Why the sudden instruction? It felt... deliberate.From a discreet distance, Tyler's assistant, a man who knew his boss better than almost anyone, watched the scene unfold. A small, almost imperceptible smile touched his lips, a silent cheer. He’d seen the raw fear in Tyler's eyes when Kennedy
The hospital room felt heavy with the unspoken tension between Tyler and Vincent. Tyler had just carried Kennedy out, leaving Vincent alone for a moment. When Tyler returned, his jaw was set, his eyes narrowed."You think you're clever, don't you, Vincent?" Tyler's voice was low, dangerous. "Trying to stake your claim, playing the hero."Vincent merely raised an eyebrow, a faint, almost imperceptible smirk playing on his lips. "I'm simply stating facts, Tyler. You have a history with Brenda. A very public, very complicated history. And now, her name is being thrown around in connection with Kennedy's kidnapping.It doesn't look good for you, does it?" He paused, letting the words sink in. "As for me, I was here. I was the one by Kennedy's side when she needed someone. I'm the one who will ensure justice is served, regardless of who is involved." He took a step closer, his gaze unwavering. "You're tied to Brenda, Tyler. I'm tied to Kennedy. The distinction is quite clear, wouldn't you s












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