Luna's Regret: With Child For The Alpha

Catherine pov I woke up from a sudden hit on my shoulder and slowly opened my eyes. Looking out the window, I saw a big, fancy house with tall, fancy gates and large gardens. As I looked closer, I noticed the smell of freshly cut grass and blooming flowers coming in through the open window. I could hear birds chirping and cars in the distance. Suddenly, I was pulled out of the car and taken into the house. The sight of people working as slaves inside terrified me. It made me realize that my life would never be the same. After a long walk through the castle, we arrived at a big door. I paused to examine it, feeling like it symbolized my suffering. The two men behind me had expressions I couldn't understand as they waited for the door to open. With a quick knock, the door creaked open, and I was pushed inside. I saw a man surrounded by three women. Their touches were intimate, and their movements were suggestive. I felt sick and wanted to close my eyes, but the two men held me tight

Catherine pov... I shouted when I felt a strong hit on my back, like someone pounding a piece of meat. The pain was unbearable, and I couldn't do anything to stop it. My whole body was covered in marks, and I couldn't help but cry every time they hit me again. The air smelled strongly of sweat and fear, and my cries echoed in the room. Each strike felt like a loud clap of thunder, and my body shook with every impact. Their punches felt like hot coals on my skin, burning with each hit. I felt trapped, like a bird in a cage, unable to escape the torment. For once, I wished my father was here, taking the beatings instead of me. The pain paralyzed my body, and my heart raced like a frightened horse. Finally, they stopped hitting me, and I gasped for breath, tears streaming down my face. But when I saw Alpha Lux in the room, my fear only grew. His breath smelled terrible, and I could feel the weight of his gaze on me. I was frozen with terror, like a deer caught in headlights. His wor

Catherine pov. I sat next to my bed, deep in thought about the picture I saw earlier. Luna's picture fascinated me, and I couldn't understand why I had never heard of her before. While I pondered this mystery, the door slowly opened, and Mora came into the room. Her perfume mixed with the scent of fresh flowers from the garden outside, filling the air. I looked up at Mora, and she could tell that something was bothering me from my expression. She came and sat beside me, her touch comforting. "What's on your mind, Catherine?" she asked gently. "Sometimes things just happen, and we have to accept them." I hesitated for a moment, unsure of how to express my thoughts. "I keep thinking about Luna Dim," I finally said. "I want to know what happened to her." Mora's expression softened as she understood my curiosity. "It's natural to wonder," she said. "She was killed by the neighboring group, but we don't know why." I felt sadness at the thought of Luna's early death. "But why didn't Al

Catherine pov. I noticed everyone around me was very busy, moving quickly as they went about their tasks. In the midst of all the activity, I focused on Mora. She carefully held a glass cup and placed it on each table in the large hall. When I caught her eye, I approached her with curiosity. Leaning in close, I whispered, "What's happening?" so that we wouldn't attract any unwanted attention. "Today is the anniversary of Luna Dim's death," Mora whispered back, her voice barely audible. "The Alpha holds a ceremony every year to honor her. Many packs, besides the Lycan, have been invited." I nodded, understanding the solemnity of the occasion. It was clear that the Alpha held Luna Dim in high esteem. "But why wasn't I given any tasks?" I asked, confused about why I wasn't involved. "Oh, I forgot to tell you," Mora said, glancing around the room before turning back to me. "You will be accompanying the Alpha as his escort today." Those words made my heart skip a beat. The idea of be

Catherine pov. Two weeks had passed since I last felt like myself. I started realizing my weakness, which bothered me a lot. For the past two days, I had been eating and sleeping more than usual. I was unsure of what was happening to me, but it seemed like everyone around me noticed. In the middle of my sleep, I suddenly woke up to the sound of loud knocking on my door. It was Mora, standing on the other side. "Hey," I said, realizing I had some free time and no work for the next hour. She entered my room and looked at me carefully before leading me to my bed. I could tell she was worried. "What's wrong with you, Catherine?" she asked, clearly concerned. I looked at her, still confused about my condition. "Mora, do you think I'm getting sick?" I asked, my voice filled with desperation. I stood up and walked towards her with a worried expression. As she moved around the room, lost in thought, she clasped her hands together under her chin. "So, you've been feeling weak, sleeping a