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I clutch the test results tightly, willing myself not to allow my tears to fall.
Desperation clings on me like my second skin. The doctor's words still ring in my ears, repeatedly like a broken record, haunting me. “I'm sorry Luna but you are not pregnant.” It's been three years and the number of times I have heard those words can't be counted with my fingers. “ You should probably try to rest and stop thinking about getting pregnant.” The doctor advised. How can I rest though? Getting pregnant with Valen's baby is the only way I can keep my marriage working. While a baby shouldn't determine how long a marriage lasts, my situation with Valen is different. Three years ago, he was forced to marry me. Valen was in love with Bailey when his father ordered him to take me as his Luna or lose the position of Alpha. No words can express how happy I was then. After all, it's not everyday you get to marry the man you've loved all your life. The only problem was, Valen loathed my very existence. According to him, I stole him from my sister and robbed him of his happiness. I gave myself hope that one day, he will come to learn how to love me. How wrong I was. Over the years, he hasn't hesitated to treat me like the trash he thinks I am. And I, I haven't stopped fighting to win his love. Now, I just want to keep my marriage and husband. Giving him an heir is the only thing I know that can do that. Yet the moon Goddess seems to be mocking my efforts and punishing me for separating those two. I wander from the hospital and find myself standing at the entrance of a park. I can see children playing around happily with their parents. This is the same pack we used to come while we were young. Back then, I would sit alone and watch Bailey play with our parents. She has always been their favourite while I am the family outcast. Turning around, I walk back to the pack. “ Luna, you are back?” Lucia, my personal maid, asks, rushing to me. I just nod,not trusting myself to say a word without breaking down. But Lucia is too attentive to not sense my swirling emotions. “ What happened to you?” She asks, holding my hand for support. “ It's nothing. Where is Valen?” I ask, trying to escape answering her question. I mean, what am I even going to tell her? That I will no longer remain a luna because I am sure Valen will not waste more time before kicking me out? “ He is upstairs.” She answers yet her eloping eyes tell me there's more, more than she is telling me. “ What's the matter, Lucia? You can tell me anything. I can take it.” I mean, what worse could there be than all the shit I have been through in the last three years? “ Your sister is visiting the Alpha.” Lucia half whispers and I smile deprecatingly. It just had to be Bailey. Four years of marriage and she has always hovered around Valen and I, reminding me that Valen was supposed to be her mate. She never confronted me but she never respected me as her Luna. In the past one year after the former Alpha, Valen's father, passed away, they have been sleeping together. They never flaunted it, maybe to keep the perfect image of his little mate. The nights Valen spent out and the piercing pain however confirmed it. I never confronted him. I thought that if I played the perfect Luna, he would soon see I am as good as Bailey. Pathetic right? But a few days ago when Valen brought up our divorce, it was like a wake-up call. No shit was going to change, only get ugly. Snatching my hand from Lucia's, I start to walk upstairs. “ Are you sure about this? Is it worth it?” Lucia words halts me. Yes. Is it worth causing myself pain by walking to my sister and my husband? “ I don't know but I am sure of one thing, I want to remember it for the rest of my life.” With that, I walk straight to mine and Valen's room. I peer inside through the crack left by the incompletely closed door. I slap my palm on my mouth as I watch Valen and Bailey locked in a rather loud kiss. Turning around, I walk away and head to my office. As the luna of the pack, I have a set of duties I perform . That means I get to have an office, separate from Valen’s. Once inside my comfort zone, I chose to bury myself in work rather than wallow in self pity. Even with my marriage crumbling, I can't neglect my duties to the pack. That's what the former Alpha told me. “An Alpha will always value and keep a woman of substance. Love is only secondary for people like us.” Those were his exact words. I don't know how long I remain absorbed in my work until the door to my office slides open. His scent hits me before my eyes meet his. Valen, my husband. Mustering a smile, I lift my face and take in his handsome face. Valen is indeed one hot guy. That's probably one of the reasons I fell for him. “ What brings you here? Something you need?” Snapping out of my little reverie, I ask. “ Come on Flora, drop the act. I know you saw us.” He says, seemingly annoyed. “ I did.” I admit. What's the use of lying when the door was clearly left open purposely? “ I heard you went to the hospital. With the look on your face, I can tell the results.” Valen says, a mocking hint lacing his voice. “I-i…” I open my mouth only to lack words to say. “ Save it. I don't want to hear it.” He says, slapping a document on the table. “ Those are our divorce papers. Sign them and then we can proceed to reject each other. Save yourself the pain because I am taking Bailey as my mate anytime.” “ You know I can't accept your rejection. Please Valen, all my life, I have only known how to love you.” I argue. My mind is in shambles and my heart feels like it's being squeezed. “ Love me? Do you mean all the years you stole from me and Bailey? You knew full well I loved Bailey. She is my fated mate. But what did you do? You charmed your way into my father's heart and crawled on my bed. Did you think that you'll have me after marrying me?” “ We are happy together, Valen. I am the perfect luna you always wanted. I put your welfare and needs right before mine. That never touched you?” I ask, desperately. All the years of sharing a bed have to mean something, right? “ Touched me? The only thing you did was disgust me. Imitating Bailey? Is that what you call doing everything?” *** I cast one last glance at the place I called home for years, a tear slipping past my eyes. After Valen served me the divorce papers, I knew that was it for me. I had to leave. I spent the last week waiting, hoping that he would change his mind. It never happened. On the contrary, it's like his hatred for me increased tenfolds. I gave him all I had but he treated me like trash, that's something I have engraved in my soul, never to forget. Then there's the people I called family. My mother could not wait to get rid of me. In her eyes, I am the person who robbed her precious daughter of her happiness. Smiling bitterly, I turn around to walk away. “ Are you leaving so soon?”First Person’s Perspective FloraThe nights felt longer after the truth came out. I could barely sleep. Every time I closed my eyes, I saw Bailey’s face and Lukas’s face side by side, and my chest ached with questions. Lukas and I kept close. We ate together, sat together, even when we had nothing to say. It was like we were afraid that if we let go of each other, another truth would come and tear us apart again.But Kiran wasn’t like us. She didn’t sit still. She was restless, her eyes sharp, her voice always pushing. “We cannot stop here,” she said. “There are more answers. We must find them. The truth doesn’t hide from those who seek.”So one cold evening, we followed her into the forest.The woods were darker than usual. The moon hung high but seemed weak behind thin clouds. The trees bent over us, their branches black against the pale light. Every sound made me shiver,the crunch of leaves under our boots, the snap of twigs, the hoot of an owl somewhere far away. Lukas walked bes
Flora’s Perspective The truth broke me. For years I had looked at Bailey and seen my sister. My other half. The one who had always been bad and harsh to me. I thought we shared the same blood, the same beginning. But all along, that bond had been built on lies. She wasn’t mine. And I wasn’t hers. It was like someone had pulled the ground out from beneath me, leaving me falling, with no place to land. I sat in the basement where we kept the records, staring at the candle flame until my eyes blurred. The light danced and shook, just like my heart. My hands would not stay still. They shook against my knees. The nurse’s words would not leave my head. Switched. Bought. Threatened. Alpha Valen’s father. Each word pressed into me like a knife. I tried to picture the night it happened. Bailey crying in one corner, Lukas crying in another. A stranger’s hand carrying them apart. One sent to comfort, the other to hardship. One to live as a Pembroke, the other to live in the shadows of a
Flora’s PerspectiveThe nights grew heavier.Every time we moved, it was with caution,like shadows slipping between walls. I felt as though the whole world was watching us, even when the streets were empty. Every sound was louder in the dark,a dog’s bark, a shutter creaking, the crunch of gravel under our boots. My heart would leap at each noise, and I found myself gripping my cloak tighter and tighter.We couldn’t stop. The answers were close. I could feel them pressing against us like a door ready to burst open.Leo walked ahead, silent but tense, his hand never far from the dagger at his side. Lukas stayed close behind me, his hood covering his face, his body stiff with nerves. I stayed in the middle, my eyes darting left and right, searching every shadow for danger. Each night we risked being caught, but each night we uncovered another piece of the puzzle.On the fourth night, Leo led us to the edge of town. The streets there were narrow and crooked, the kind of place where secret
Flora’s PerspectiveThe night was our shield.We moved quietly, like ghosts in the dark. Our steps were soft against the cobbled streets, our breaths shallow, our bodies tense. Every shadow felt alive. Every creak of wood or rustle of leaves made me fear we had been seen.The town slept, but I knew danger never truly slept. There were always eyes. Always ears.Leo walked ahead, his shoulders stiff, ready to fight at the first sign of trouble. Lukas stayed close behind me, his hood low, his hand brushing the edge of his dagger. I kept my cloak tight, my heart hammering like a drum.We could not let anyone know what we were looking for. Not yet.This matter had nothing to do with Valen. It was not one of his schemes. It was older. Buried deeper. Hidden by people who had power long before Valen’s name meant anything. That made it even more dangerous.Our first stop was the town hall. The place where every life was supposed to be written in thick ledgers , births, marriages, deaths. If th
Flora I could not sleep.The hospital basement was too quiet. The air felt thick and heavy, like a room that had kept too many secrets for too long. Every sound was loud in that hush , the hum of the lamp, the distant beeps from upstairs, the soft shifting of a blanket. But none of those sounds could calm the storm inside me.Lukas is my brother.The words kept running through my head until they had no shape. They were sharp and bright and wrong. I put my palms to my face as if I could press the thought back inside my skull. It slipped out again and again.Leo is the true heir.He told me his story tonight, and I could still see his face when he spoke , tired, proud, broken and steady all at once. I saw his hands as he panted the memory, the way his jaw clenched when he spoke of poison and lies. He had carried that burden alone for so long.And Valen. Valen was the root of it all.His smirk kept playing across my mind. The same small curl of the lip that always said: I won. The thoug
Third Person’s PerspectiveFlora sat alone in the quiet room, her body stiff on the edge of the bed. The silence around her was almost painful. Her hands lay limp on her lap, her fingers cold and still. Her eyes stared at the floor but she wasn’t really seeing it. The same words kept playing in her mind like a drumbeat she could not escape.Sibling match confirmed.Her chest felt so heavy she could barely breathe. Lukas. Her brother. The man who had been her closest friend. The one who had always looked out for her, the one who felt safe. The one who, in weak moments, she had let herself admire. He wasn’t who she thought he was. He wasn’t just Lukas. He was blood.Her stomach twisted at the thought. Everything inside her was tangled and confusing. Should she cry? Should she scream? Should she pretend it wasn’t true? She didn’t even know how to feel. It was too much.She buried her face in her hands, rocking forward a little. Her voice came out in a broken whisper, though no one was th







