Gone?

Daphne's POV

The cell opened and the two guards came in and began to pull me out of the cell. I allowed them while I silently thanked Roxanne for finally convincing the Alpha to let me out.

We came out of the dungeon and were pushed into a car. Did they use a car to come pick me up from the dungeon? The dungeon wasn't so far from the mansion so why did they have to use a car? Was it because I was carrying the Alpha's heir?

I entered and rested my head with my eyes closed. The car speed through the pack’s land, not heading towards the mansion, something is wrong.

“Where… where are we going?” I asked weakly.

“Shut up. Your chance of asking questions has passed for a long time now!”

I swallowed hard, my heartbeat thudding in my ears, I cannot help but noticed we were passing through the dark forest that led toward the outer edges of the pack's territory.

This wasn’t right. This isn’t right at all.

I instantly got up, fighting the dizziness as a sense of dread settled in my guts. What’s happening?

“Please… what’s going on?” I whispered, my voice cracking.

The guard in the passenger seat turned to glare at me. “I said shut up!”

I pressed my lips together and turned toward the window. Tall trees blurred past, their shadows stretching in the moonlight. The car hit a sharp turn, jolting me forward.

It took another twenty to thirty minutes before we finally stopped. They pulled me out of the car and threw me to the ground. I fell down like a sack of potatoes, so weak and tired. My mouth kissed the ground with the metallic taste of my blood but the first thing my eyes landed on was the shoes, those elegant shoes of Luna Cynthia.

My breath hitched. I tried to get up, my body trembling.

“M-My Luna—”

A sharp kick to my face sent me sprawling backward.

My eyes burned as sand and dirt scraped against them. I gasped, my hand flew straight to my bleeding nose.

“Who is your Luna?” Cynthia sneered. “I am no Luna to a useless omega.”

I trembled, my body screaming in exhaustion. “Please, ma… I didn’t do anything. I am just a lowly omega.”

She squatted and yanked my hair up with her fingers, dragging it so hard I felt my scalp pulling out,

“An Omega that's mated to my man, my husband!” she hissed in anger before pushing my head back, “You're not innocent Omega, Daphne. Like I said earlier, I have heard about you!”

My heart stopped.

How did she know?

“I'm sorry” I cried and hiccuped at the same time, “I didn't mean to be mated to him. I told him to reject me but he refused”

A hot slap landed on my cheek, and I whined falling back on the ground.

“Oh don't worry, he doesn't have to reject you no more. You see, I cannot live to hear that Kian has a living and breathing mate so with the permission of Queen Luna, I can kill you and I will tonight!”

“No!” I lay prostrate on the ground as I cried, “Please, please spare my life. I beg you”

“Don't touch me!” Luna Cynthia yelled, “You made a huge mistake not listening to me. You could have quickly run away, left, and never returned but you decided to not only sleep with my man again but to get pregnant for him!”

I snapped my eyes up to look at the woman who had risen up to her full height. How did she know? My mouth opened to ask,

“How… how…?”

No one knew I was carrying the Alpha’s baby. Not even the doctor. The only person who knew was—

A movement in the shadows caught my eye.

Roxanne stepped forward.

My body went cold.

“No,” I whispered, shaking my head. My voice cracked as I looked at her, begging her to say it wasn’t true. But Roxanne wouldn’t meet my eyes.

“Roxanne? You?” My voice trembled as I pushed myself up to a kneeing position. My whole body shook, not from the pain but from betrayal.

“How?” My breath hitched, “How could you tell? I trusted you. I told you to keep it to yourself… to tell only the Alpha.” Roxanne finally lifted her head, her expression unreadable.

Cynthia smirked, “And not tell me? Not tell her Luna? How could my personal maid keep something so important from her mistress?”

‘Personal Maid?’ My stomach dropped.

Roxanne was her personal maid?

Cynthia chuckled at my shocked expression, “Would you like to tell her, Roxanne? Or should I do the honors?”

Roxanne gave a small bow, “Whichever pleases my lady.”

I flinched at her words. My lady.

That’s when I saw it—the small smile tugging at Roxanne’s lips.

I felt sick.

“What happened to you?” My voice cracked. “You were my best friend. Why?”

Roxanne finally met my gaze, but there was no guilt—just calm acceptance.

“I was tired,” she admitted. “Tired of always defending you, tired of being the only one standing beside a wolf-less omega. No one wanted me. But now? Now, I am respected. I am Luna Cynthia’s personal maid. Do you know what that means?”

My heart clenched.

“How could you throw away our years of friendship for that?” I whispered.

“You wouldn’t understand,” Roxanne said simply and took a step back, distancing herself from me, “I’m sorry.”

“You’re not,” I bit out. My eyes burned with unshed tears, “If you were, you wouldn’t have done this.”

She didn’t respond. She didn’t deny it.

Cynthia sighed dramatically,

“Enough of this touching farewell.” She turned to me, her gaze glinting with cruelty. “Now, about your fate—”

“Please,” I gasped, bowing my head. “The Alpha cannot know about this. If he finds out, he’ll kill me.”

Cynthia smiled. “Oh, darling… you’re dying either way.”

“No!” I sobbed, lowering my body in submission. “I’ll go far. I’ll leave the pack forever. Please—”

A single gunshot rang through the night. I slowly with wide eyes looked down at my stomach that was now clutched by my hands. Hot pain exploded in my stomach, a scream caught in my throat while my breath hitched. My shaky hands pressed against the wound but more blood seeped through my fuingers.

I collapsed to my knees, gasping.

No…

“My baby…”

Before I could fully process the pain, another shot fired. A choked sob escaped me as I hit the cold, hard ground.

Through blurry vision, I saw Luna Cynthia standing over me, the gun in her hand,

"I warned you, Daphne," she hissed. "I make people disappear."

She kicked me but I was too weak to move or whine. The pain was too much, consuming everything that my mind was pulling me toward the abyss.

I heard the sounds of car doors slamming and engines starting before they sped off, leaving me to die.

I lay there, staring up at the night sky, watching the stars blur. My life flashed before my eyes. Every happy memory was with Roxanne. And just like that, they all faded, replaced with nights in Kian’s arms, his touch, his scent.

How did my life get this bad? How did I end up like this?

My eyes slowly began to close when I felt arms lift me up from the cold ground of death. I didn't know If it was the moon goddess finally taking her property that came to earth to do nothing but occupy space, not until I heard a masculine voice filed with urgency,

"Hang on. You'll be alright. I'll make sure of it."