His Luna On Paper

Two pink lines stared back at me.

That night was supposed to be fun and nothing more. It was supposed to be the one moment I wouldn’t have to think about pleasing my insatiable parents—or the fact that the man I’d loved from a distance, Asher—the soon to be Alpha of Iron-clan pack, was getting married to my sister and I… was to be married off to a General as a reward for his loyalty. That night, I’d decided to be everything my parents believed me to be; reckless and irresponsible.

That mad urge had been what drove me to the public club house, miles away from my pack, and then right into the bed of a complete stranger.

It was supposed to be fun and nothing more, but the pregnancy test in my grip was real, and I was only realizing how doomed I was.

The door to my room was thrown open and my sister, Rosalia, stepped in, with two dresses in her hands.

“I’ll be going on a date with Asher, and I was wondering…” she trailed off. I watched her gaze take in the sight before her—the pregnancy tests in my hands and the tears trailing down my cheeks.

Maybe if I hadn’t been in so much shock, I would have at least tried to conceal the proof of my doom before her gaze landed on it. Too late.

For a moment there was silence, and then slowly, a smile spread on her lips.

“You little whore, you couldn’t even wait till you were eighteen to knock yourself up,” she taunted with glee in her voice.

I swallowed the lump in my throat as fresh tears spilled down my eyes.

“I—I didn’t mean for this to happen,” I tried explaining, “This—it was a mistake,”

Reckless. Stupid.

“How could you be this thoughtless?” Rosalia spat in disgust, “After all mom and dad have done for you, this is how you repay them?”

“Why shouldn’t I?” she taunted on, and I knew without a doubt she was enjoying this,

“Please Rosalia—you know what they’ll do if they find out, I’m begging you,” I pleaded, “I’ll do anything you want—anything, all I need is a few weeks to find a way out of this. Please.”

She shook her head in disappointment, but I recognized that devising gaze.

“Tempting,” she muttered, “But you have nothing to offer me—”

“Wear the blue dress for the date,” I cut in, “Blue is his favourite color.”

I knew a bunch of other personal things about Asher too. Like, I knew he spent most of his night at the wild-rose field in the woods, I knew he liked his apple pies with cheddar cheese, I knew he fiddles with his collar whenever he was nervous.

“I know everything you need to be the perfect girlfriend for Asher—I could be of use to you,” I tried.

Rosalia wasn’t exactly shocked to hear that, afterall, my obsession over the soon-to-be Alpha had never truly been a secret.

“Fine,” she said finally, “You have two weeks to tell them or I will.”

“Thank you—” I began, but Rosalia was already out of the room.