Chapter 4

My numb fingers tremble as they clutch the pregnancy test strip in my shaking hand. The bathroom mirrors reflected my disheveled self—dark circles under my eyes, my hair sticking out because I haven't washed it in days and exhaustion in my eyes.

The nausea, my aversion for the morning lights, the insatiable hunger, the bone-deep exhaustion—. I'm no child and I know what this symptoms are pointing at. I understand the changes happening to me that I desperately wish it isn't true.

I turn the tap, letting the sound fill the silence around me.

My shaky hand lifts the test strip to eye level.

Two lines.

Two stark lines stares back at me, confirming my suspicion.

A strangled gasp leaves my mouth and my hands goes to my belly. "No...no..." I whisper and shake my head to deny the truth right in front of me.

I can't be pregnant. No. Not when the war is still raging strongly. Not when Dimitri, the love of my life, stripped me of my title and ripped me from his side.

My mind swirls to my conversation with Dimitri four nights ago.

My hands wrapped round myself, as a desperate attempt to hold back myself from shattering from what I knew was coming. When Gavin, Dimitri's beta came to summon me with heaviness in his eyes, I already knew what was going to go down. I could already guess what our conversation woule be about.

But I dared to hold unto a silver of hope. Maybe, just maybe, my intuition was wrong this time. Maybe today would not be the day my worst dear comes to past. But hope cannot divert the inevitable.

I tried to not look at Dimitri as I walked into the ceremonial room where important events of the pack happens so that when he deliveres it wouldn't hurt me so much.

The Elders of the pack were present and they didn't hide their disdainful eyes as I walk further into the room.

I stopped right in the middle while they surrounded me like predators with their sneers.

"You called for me." I mustered the courage to look at Dimitri. His blue eyes held no warmth. They haven't for a while now. .

"Lynexia. You are hereby removed as the Luna of the shadow pack. The Elders council no longer deem you worthy of the postion." He states with no hint of remorse and every single word delivered a brutal blow to my chest.

A lone tear trickled down my cheeks. I knew this day was coming so why did it hurt so much?

"My final grace to you as your Alpha is you can remain in the pack for as long as you wish." His voice was curt and cynical and it ripped through my skin, cutting through my bone. I had braced myself for this day. I had anticipated for it. It was bound to come.

But it didn't reduce the blow of the pain and despair. It didn't also stop the tears that spilled from my eyes.

I didn't dare question it. I accept my fate. They decided to spare my life but I knew it was going to be a miserable one for the rest of my godforsaken life. .

Back to the presence, the sound of the running tap fills my ear. I crouch down as tears cascades down my cheeks.

My trembling hand cradles my stomach.

No one will believe the child within me belongs to Dimitri. Not even Dimitri will believe me. They will say it is the child of the Barbarians. They will scorn and spit at my child and my unborn baby will forever pay for the sin it didn't commit.

Panic claws my throat. I have to protect my child even if it takes risking my life.

Suddenly a thought settles in my mind. Run. Run far away from the pack and never look back. That is the only way to protect my unborn child.

With newfound will to live, I stand to my feet. The floor makes a sound beneath my frantic steps as I rush to the bedroom.

The only time I can leave is when Dimitri isn't around. In the morning, I hear that there is a meeting with a neighboring pack and Dimitri needs to be there. If I leave now, no one will question me. Besides everyone wants me gone and the only one keeping me here is Dimitri.

The only thing that matters to me is the survival of my baby as my hands tears through my wardrobe and I start throwing my clothes into a travel bag

I shove only small clothes into my backpack. Carrying too much may slow me down so I don't. With a trembling hands, I pull an overflowing jacket over my head then I slip out of the room.

To escape the pack totally, I deduce a plan to set the body of a dead person of the same stature as me on fire. It wasn't easy but I did it. The Alphahouse is always very silent because all the beta warriors are out fighting the war.

Then I flee to the mortal world. Werewolves like to refer to human as mortals out of arrogance as if they aren't one themselves. Werewolves have a slower aging rate that allows them to live up to four hundred years.

The human doesn't know about the werewolf world, Isles of Kairos, housing vast nations, Aethelgard being one of them. But, we werewolves, we do.

Though, it is rare for werewolves to seek the human world because they consider the human to be inferior to them. Low lives.

It shows in how werewolves that couldn't shift are treated.

A wolfless person is treated like a second class citizen, they are mostly the bitches of the pack, the butt joke and a dumb ground for everyone. They are even treated worse than an omega which is the lowest rank..

So no one will think I, a Luna will escape to the human world when they start looking for me. But I highly doubt anyone will look for me. Everyone wants me gone.