DARIUS I think my vision actually blurred for a second. Not from shock. From rage. Because every memory I had of Celestria clutching her stomach, crying into my shirt, whispering about “our baby”… it all suddenly turned into something else. Something rotten. A performance. “Alpha,” Dr. Rhoslyn’s voice cut through my spiraling thoughts. “You need to understand—I don’t know the reason and the logic that the Luna did this.”“Don’t speak.”“I’m just scared that the Luna will think I’m doing this as I’m against her.” I couldn’t even speak. My tongue was sandpaper. I turned away from her because if I didn’t, I might put my fist through the wall. Or worse, march straight into Celestria’s quarters and— God. I’ve been tearing Vivienne apart in my head for days. I’ve been keeping myself away from her because I thought if I looked at her, I’d see guilt in her eyes. But now? Now I realize I’ve been punishing her for something she didn’t even do. The corridor felt too long, too narro
Vivienne It’s quiet. Too quiet. The kind of quiet that makes your thoughts louder than they have any right to be. I’m lying here in this stupid white bed, with bruises blooming across my ribs and guilt blooming even worse inside my chest. I killed her baby. Even when I act like it’s her fault and everything, I still think about the stupidity of the things that happened. I don’t care what anyone says. I know what I did but I also know what she did. I don’t truly know what to believe at this moment. I should’ve never shown up. I shouldn’t have snapped at her. Shouldn’t have yelled. Shouldn’t have let my wolf push forward when I saw her smirking like that. I lost control. And now… she lost everything. And maybe she deserved the bruises I left on her pride. Maybe she deserved a slap to her ego. But not this. Not a baby. Even if that child was the symbol of everything I didn’t have… I would never— God. My head hurts.Maybe, it’s the best . . . Maybe it’s the way for Darius t
DariusI failed.Not just as an Alpha, not just as a mate—but as a damn father.Everything’s falling apart, and I don’t know where to start fixing it. Every decision I made felt right in the moment, but looking back now? It’s all just one long chain of mistakes linked by ego, fear, and pride.Then she came running to me.Tiny feet. Trembling hands. Tear-stained cheeks.“Daddy,” Lily whimpered, clutching the hem of my shirt like it was her last lifeline. “What’s gonna happen to Mommy?”My throat clenched. She was crying, but trying not to. Brave, like her. Too brave for a child.I dropped to my knees in front of her, leveling my face with hers. She looked so much like her mother it physically hurt. Her eyes—the same fire, the same softness when she looked at me like I was still her hero.And here I am… standing in the wreckage of my own decisions, torn between two women—One who wears my last name like a weapon.And the other? The one I should’ve fought for. The one who haunts me. The
VivienneMy hand was still throbbing.Not from regret—oh, I didn’t regret that slap at all—but from how hard I had to hold myself together.Because if I didn’t leave that room, I would've done so much worse than slap her.That bitch knew exactly what she was doing.“Miscarriage.”She dropped that word like it was some twisted trump card, right when the guards came in. Right when Darius walked through that door and saw the blood.The way he looked at me?Like I was the monster.No questions. No hesitation.Just… that sick silence that said he chose her.Again.I shoved the doors open, heels echoing in the corridor as I stormed through the council hall Daisy and Sebastian built to feel “royal.” Well, congrats—Celestria just turned it into a damn soap opera set.“Vivienne!” Daisy called out, running after me in those ridiculous heels she swore she could walk in. “Viv, wait up!”I didn’t.“I said wait!” she grabbed my arm.I spun around, eyes narrowed. “You invited her. You let her be in
VivienneI didn’t respond.Didn’t even blink.So she took that as her cue to go feral.“I mean—come on, Vivienne. Let’s not pretend, yeah?” Her voice was still soft, sugary, but her words were designed to slit throats. “You didn’t fight your way to that position in Moonshadow. You slept your way through it. That’s just a fact.”My eyes finally met hers.Still, she smiled.That smug, taunting smile.“Oh, don’t look at me like that. Everyone knows,” she continued, stepping closer like she was about to whisper a secret. “You were just a pretty little Omega with a decent sob story and a golden vagina. The Council probably had to take turns keeping you busy.”I clenched my jaw.“And now here you are—strutting around like you’re some noble warrior mother. As if you didn’t have the entire Moonshadow Pack wrapped around your little slutty finger.”She giggled, like she just made the cutest joke in the world.I wanted to slap her. Right there. Right then.To claw the smirk off her porcelain-pe
VivienneI still remember the exact moment I pushed him away.The way his brows creased, the way his lips parted like he wanted to say something—but didn’t. I didn’t give him the chance. I turned around and walked straight into Zach’s arms, letting him pick me up like he always did, like the best friend he’s always been.Zach, Zara, and Daisy.They’re my constants. My ride-or-die people who didn’t need explanations to offer their loyalty. They knew. Maybe not every detail, not every wound I kept hidden behind my eyes, but they understood. And that’s more than enough.Zach had found out a little later than the others—he was mad at first, not angry exactly, just... disappointed. Like I had trusted everyone but him. Like he wanted to carry my pain with me but never got the chance. But he never said those words. He just hugged me longer. He called me at 2 a.m. to check if I was eating. He made bad jokes until I smiled again. That’s his love language—presence.Zara? Fierce and overprotecti