Lux pov. I watched as she ran away from me, her long hair flowing behind her like a trail of fire. I could hear the soft thud of her feet hitting the ground as she ran, her breath coming out in short gasps. She looked like a frightened deer, scared and alone in the forest. I wasn't the type to just stand around and do nothing; I was pissed off, and I wanted to make her pay for running away like that. I knew I had to be careful, though. I had to keep my anger in check if I didn't want to hurt her or her unborn child. I was only doing that because I didn't want my child to get hurt, but after she gives birth, I will make sure she pays for every mistake she makes. I will teach her a lesson she won't forget. I shouted out to my beta, Alex, as I told him to go get me Catherine. It's difficult to remember her name, but after hearing the other slave call her Cat, I thought that was much easier to say. I needed to talk to her and find out what was going on in her head. I sat on my bed as
Catherine pov. I felt a deep chill pierce through my bones as I hugged myself tightly, desperately seeking warmth that wouldn't come. It seemed like the coldness of the place had seeped into my very being. My eyes slowly lifted, taking in my surroundings. The dimly lit room was barren except for the small cage that I was trapped in. The steel bars felt cold and unforgiving against my skin. A musty smell filled the air, reminding me of the dampness that always seemed to linger in this place. The smell was a constant reminder of the dank, dark reality I was living in. Suddenly, the creak of the door drew my attention. My heart leaped as I saw Mora's face peering in. Relief flooded through me, and I called out to her, my voice barely above a whisper. "Mora," I said, my eyes pleading with her to help me. "Please, can you get me out of here?" I longed to escape from this prison that I had been thrown into. But Mora's expression turned sad as she shook her head. "I'm sorry, Catherine,"
Catherine pov. I put my head down, feeling scared to look up at Lux. He seemed overwhelmed with remorse, shame, and betrayal, and I sensed that he was preparing to release his pent-up emotions in a fit of rage. After a moment, I summoned the courage to meet his gaze. His eyes were filled with thoughts and emotions that he couldn't seem to express. I noticed that my stomach had dropped slightly, and I wondered if our unborn child had survived. I couldn't bring myself to ask him directly, so I just kept looking at him, hoping he would say something. We remained locked in silence, with only the sound of our shallow breathing filling the room. Suddenly, Doctor Mick walked over to us, breaking the tension. He took a seat beside me, and I shifted my attention away from Lux and toward the doctor. "Catherine," he said, calling my name as he tossed a piece of paper onto the desk in front of me. I hesitated, unsure if I should respond, but I felt too unsettled to stay silent. "Why did you
Catherine pov. "Will you be my Luna?" He asked, making my heart pounding in my chest as I gazed into Lux's stormy gray eyes. I wasn't sure if he was serious or if Doctor Mick had put him up to it. I turned to face the doctor, who smiled and nodded encouragingly. "Why?" I asked, my eyes never leaving Lux's. He took my hands in his, his touch warm and comforting. Slowly, he moved closer to me, and I could see the sincerity in his eyes. "I want you, Catherine," he whispered, his gaze dropping to our entwined hands. "I regret every decision I've made and the pain I've caused you." As he lifted his face to meet mine, I saw a vulnerability in him that I'd never seen before. "Can you ever forgive me?" he asked, his eyes shining with unshed tears. I hesitated, unsure of what to do. I looked down at my stomach, then back up at him. His eyes searched mine, full of hope and fear. "Please give me some time," I whispered, my eyes avoiding his intense gaze. Dr. Mick retreated to the wall,
Max pov. I stood still, observing my sister's movements with a sense of concern. She seemed distressed, but unwilling to share the cause with me."What's wrong, sister?" I stepped forward, holding her back to prevent her from pacing.Looking up at me, I saw sadness etched onto her face. "I was this close to killing both her and the child, but it seems like something was stopping the medicine from working." She yelled, shattering the vase closest to her."Can you believe he proposed to her?" She turned to face me, her eyes blazing."That fool thinks he can have a Luna and also have a hare, but as long as I stay in that castle, I will make sure he never hears the cry of that child, and when that is done, I will make sure he sees the mother of his child dead."My sister was determined to destroy the Blood Moon pack at any cost. She was more ruthless than me, and for once, I felt proud of her.I walked over to the chair closest to the fireplace and sat down, gazing at the flickering flame
Catherine pov. For the last two days, I've been feeling disturbed and reckless; however, the only source of solace has been Mora, who has been by my side. She is the one who brings me food and always makes sure I'm alright. Her presence makes me feel happy and relieved.As I lay in bed, I notice the scent of fresh linen from the sheets and the soft touch of the pillow beneath my head. The room is filled with a warm glow, and the curtains flutter in the gentle breeze. I can hear the faint sound of birds chirping outside.My stomach has been acting strangely lately, and most of the time, I feel as if the child in my womb is shifting. Despite this, I try to relax and find peace. Lux, has made sure that I am comfortable and doesn't make me do any work.I lie down and contemplate my life, thinking about my father and whether he is alright. Suddenly, the door opens, and I see Mora walk in with my favorite dish in her hands. My face lights up with a smile, and I force myself to stand up.Mor
Three Month Later. Catherine pov. The sounds of people crying and wailing filled my ears, piercing through the darkness that enveloped me. Confusion clouded my mind as I slowly opened my eyes, struggling to make sense of my surroundings. As my vision adjusted, I realized that my body felt heavy, as if covered with a thick blanket. Attempting to move, I felt my limbs creaking with stiffness, but as I shifted, I noticed the sudden stillness that surrounded me. The silence was deafening, and I could feel a growing sense of unease creeping up my spine. As I stood up, I surveyed the area around me, only to discover that I was not alone. A sea of unfamiliar faces surrounded me, their eyes fixed on me with a mix of shock and relief. Questions raced through my mind as I tried to make sense of the situation, but before I could speak, a woman rushed towards me, her arms outstretched in a gesture of embrace. "Lora, you're alive!" she exclaimed, pulling me into her arms. I recoiled in confu
Catherine pov. After I made a deliberate effort to calm myself, I realized I had transcended my own physical being, inhabiting a foreign vessel. I glanced back at the man who had observed me, and suddenly, it all became clear why they referred to me as Lora. In an attempt to dispel any lingering doubts or illusions, I cautiously rose to my feet and took a step forward, only to find myself on the brink of stumbling once again, saved from the fall by the man's intervention. I lifted my gaze, meeting his eyes, and the depth of his sorrow upon witnessing my condition struck me profoundly. "Please, Lora, allow me to escort you to the castle. Your father must be worried," he implored. I nodded, my mind filled with a desperate need to comprehend the inexplicable nature of this situation. As we embarked on our journey, I turned to face him, gathering the courage to inquire further. "What has transpired, and why have I been subjected to this?" It is important to note that I was not referr