Chapter 3

Lillian’s POV

Keegan’s eyes waver in shock before he trembles and scoops her up in his arms, carrying her in bridal style.

“I’ll bring her to the hospital.” He glares at me as he passes by my path and continues to run out the door, his face looking pale.

I scoff, staring at his vanishing figure in a daze.“Dom! The car, damn it!” That’s the last thing I hear from him before the screeching sound of the car fills the air.

“Keegan… Save our child… Please…”

Those words of Sienna echo in my ear like a broken cassette on repeat. My hand subconsciously rise to my flat stomach while my legs turn into jelly and give out.

With my back cascading on the rough wall, I slide down to the cold ground with a thud.

“Hello? Hello? How’s the patient? Hello! Are you still there?”

The loud shouts coming from the phone I dropped earlier pull me out of my trance. With shaking hands, I reach for it—right there beneath my feet—and lift it to my ear. I take a deep breath, and then a cold voice I barely recognise escapes my lips.

“Don’t come. She’s dead.”

“What do you–”

I hung up the phone and carelessly throws it beside me while I looked up at the ceiling, feeling a few stubborn tears escaping my eyes.

As my tears stop, I look down at my right hand, still tightly fisted and bleeding.

A bitter laugh escapes me. “How come I don’t feel anything?”

Slowly, I open my palm that’s still spilling with blood from the shard jutting out from my skin like a thorn. Without a flinch, I pluck it out, and still I feel nothing but the twisting clench in my heart.

My other hand finds its way back to my stomach, which is flat, silent, and empty.

A broken chuckle slips past my lips as I slide down to the cold, unfeeling floor.

One… two… three… Seconds pass. Minutes even, but there’s nothing there to feel. No flutter. No kick… Just silence.

It’s just an oven that is never meant to hold warmth.

Three years… Three fucking long years of marraige and not even once does Keegan touch me. He doesn’t even dare to sleep on the same bed as me, like I’m some kind of plague he’s afraid of.

The night we mated before marriage is the first and last time we have been intimately close to each other.

I close my eyes as a bitter smile spreads on my lips, memories of the past playing through my eyelids. He is so gentle that night, whispering sweet nothings to my ears, calling me endearingly and making love with me like no tomorrow.

That night is the happiest moment of my life… How can it not be? After watching Keegan from afar and secretly loving him for over a decade, I find out he’s my fated mate. It’s every little girl’s dream come true…

A dream that quickly turns into my very own nightmare.

The pain of losing my virginity that night doesn’t last long. No… instead, it’s the pain of the marking that lingers within me and the invisible bond that threatens to break me up until now that hurts me.

With trembling hands, I reach back and touch the mark Keegan gave me himself, fingers sticky with blood.

“I guess it was that night, huh, Keegan?” I whisper, the memory of last month crashing back… The memory of how I nearly fainted from the pain.

I’m sleeping peacefully—in our bed, alone, as usual—when I am ripped awake by searing, burning agony that rushes through every inch of my body.

A bitter, sarcastic laugh escapes me as I realise… That’s probably the night they conceived the baby Sienna is carrying now.

I’m a fool! The fool who’s been hopelessly in love with him since childhood.

Born an Omega, I’ve never had many friends. With my wolf still dormant, all I have are my combat skills—my only way to stand beside Keegan. We train together, grow up side by side, and shed blood in every spar. While his wolf heals his wounds in hours, mine lingers for days, and it’s always him tending to me.

For a while, it feels like we have something special that's only special to us both. But that fades the moment Sienna walks into our lives. Since then, his eyes have only followed her. I become the shadow trailing behind them… until even that isn’t enough. Now, he looks at me with impatience… with disgust—like I’m nothing.

Just thinking about it makes me feel numb… exhausted… Until everything around me fades into darkness. And suddenly, I’m no longer here.

I’m in a dimly lit room—our room. My heart clenches, and my breath catches. There, on our bed, are Keegan and Sienna, tangled together, barely clothed, and lips locked in a heated kiss.

My eyes widen in horror. What the…?

I want to scream. To tear them apart. To shout at Keegan… “How could you?” But I can’t move, nor can I speak.

It’s like I’m trapped behind a wall of glass, screaming with no sound. I thrash, struggle for what feels like forever—until suddenly, I gasp, and the image bursts into a blinding white light.

I blink and wake up, finding our maid standing over me with her arms crossed and judgmental eyes. 

Only then do I realise—I’m still on the cold floor where I must’ve fallen asleep.

“The Alpha ordered you to bring clothes to the hospital,” the maid says bluntly before walking away without another word.

I stay on the floor for a moment longer, eyes distant. So… he really didn’t come home last night.

Dragging myself to my feet, I don’t bother changing or eating. I just pack a set of his clothes in a bag and leave the house.

It’s time to face the truth. If Sienna is really pregnant… if the child is his… I need to know… I am done being cast aside. It’s time to wake up from this nightmare I choose to live in. It’s time to accept the truth… and end it with a divorce.

A divorce that should have happened long ago.

As I near the pack house—just a few streets away—I hear it. The laughter and cheers of celebrations are opposite to my mourning heart.

“Finally, we have an heir!”

“An Alpha in the making!”

“I can’t believe our Luna is pregnant! This is the best news ever!”

I stop at the doorway, frozen.

My hand flies to cover my mouth as I stare inside at my own pack, grinning, drinking, and toasting.

Luna?

LUNA?!

I am your Luna. I’m still here. I’m still legally married to Keegan.

Yet no one hesitates or remembers. They’ve already crowned another woman as a Luna in their hearts.

The bag in my hand feels heavier, and my grip on it tightens as fury and heartbreak twist inside me.

Turning from the celebration, I head toward the hospital just behind the pack house, each step feeling heavier than the last.

“It’s not his,” I whisper. “It’s not his,”  I repeat it like a mantra, thinking that if I say it enough, maybe it will become true.

But the fear in my chest is not going away, urging me to find him and ask him about the truth… And why it’s all happening.

I reach the hallway outside Sienna’s room, hand trembling as I reach for the doorknob… Then, I hear voices coming from the nearby stairwell.

Quietly, I turn and move closer, hiding behind the wall as the voices become clearer.

It’s Dom and Keegan.

“Alpha,” Dom says cautiously, continuing, “With Miss Sienna pregnant with the possible Alpha heir, maybe she’ll be more suitable to be the Luna?”

My heart stops as I watch Keegan’s face, void of any hesitation.

He nods. “You’re right.”

You’re right?! It’s just like that?

I press myself tighter against the wall, covering my mouth to muffle the sob that threatens to escape as he glances my way.

My vision blurs, and my body shakes, but I stay in there, waiting for more to hear.

And I am right, what Keegan says next pulverises my heart entirely.

“Sienna’s blood type is Rh-null. It’s the golden blood, and the same as Lillian.”

He says my name so casually, like I’m some kind of unimportant stranger.

“The pack’s blood bank might not have an available stock for Sienna in case of emergency,” he continues in a serious tone, his eyes turning dim and glitening with unreadable emotion. “Have Lillian donate sufficient blood first to ensure Sienna and the baby’s health.”

“Then we can consider…” Facing Dom, Keegan cruelly adds, “Replacing Luna.”