CHAPTER ONE

~Elara's POV~

"YOUR SUSPICION WAS correct, Luna," the doctor said, looking up from the paper in his hand. "You are pregnant…"

"But how?" I was still in shock, not wanting to believe it.

This was what I had been praying to the moon goddess for as long as I got fated to Alpha Silas. All I wanted was to give him an heir, but because of an accident I had when I was younger, I was unable to retain any baby in my womb. I always miscarried on the fourth month.

"Luna?" the doctor said, drawing me from my thoughts. "Here. See it for yourself."

I collected the paper from him. My hands were shaking slightly as I looked at the report. "Positive" was boldly written at the bottom of the page.

"This should be a call for celebration," he said.

I shook my head firmly, clutching the paper closer. "No. Keep this between us, Doctor." I said, fixing him with a stern glare until he bowed and nodded in confusion.

As I walked out of the hospital, I thought about the night the baby was conceived. My mate, Alpha Silas, had come home drunk, and as usual, I was waiting for him to help him up to our room. I ignored the stinking breath of alcohol as I took his shoes off and unbuttoned his shirt when he suddenly grabbed my wrist tightly.

He looked in a crazy fashion and pressed his lips against mine. It came as a surprise because in the 2 years I was mated to Silas, he touched me only once – on the night of our mating ceremony, and never again so I was surprised and mildly pleased when he flipped me over on the bed on my belly and raised my skirt. His full length was welcome in me and he groaned as he moved, thrusting with force and getting faster.

I closed my eyes, moving in rhythm, happy to please my mate and hoping that this was going to take our relationship to the next level. He jerked erratically as he poured his seed in me, moaning loudly, but my blood froze and my heart stopped for a second when I heard what he said as he collapsed on me.

"Iris…" he muttered softly as he drifted off to sleep. Iris was my sister. My mate had just moaned my sister's name as he came in me.

My heart was in shambles as I picked my things from the floor, gathered my pride and hurried out of the room like a used cheap prostitute.

Just as I had expected, he did not remember a thing the following morning. He did not even spare me a glance at breakfast before he went to his office. It was after that night that I suddenly began noticing how my husband was fond of my twin sister, Iris. They were often smiling at each other, and he listened to her words…

Could they be lovers? I asked myself. Or was it just normal politeness and I was just overreacting… these questions bounced in my head for the following months. I was so engrossed in those thoughts, that I did not notice when I began showing signs of pregnancy until months had passed.

When I got to the pack house, I began preparing dinner. I was going to break the news to Silas as he ate his favourite meal. I wanted him to be satisfied and happy. We would raise this miracle child together, I rubbed my still-flat tummy fondly.

After hours of cooking, I was finally done, I set the table and sat down at the door, ready to wait. The report from the doctor was in an envelope on the table. My eyes constantly went to the clock. He was later than usual, the meals were getting cold.

Finally, I heard the sound of his car pulling into the garage. I plastered a smile on my face and smoothed my hair as I stood up. I opened the door, but was stunned when my sister came in.

"Iris…" I said, surprised. "What are you -" Silas came in after her.

"We have something to tell you?" Iris said, looking at my mate.

It dawned on me that my fears were coming to pass now. They had been having an affair under my nose.

"You look like you already know…" she said with a smile. "Me and Silas…"

"No…" I whispered, shaking my head and taking a step back. "No… Silas, tell me this isn't what I am thinking, please." I cried, looking at him, but he did not even spare me a glance as he sat at the dinner table I had prepared and began eating.

"You were never meant to be the Luna, Elara," Iris said sweetly. "Silas chose me. It had always been me."

"How could you do this to me?" tears flowed down my eyes freely.

"You could not even give him an heir," Iris crooned.

Because he would not even touch me!

"You are a fucking weak wolf." My sister was saying.

My own twin, the girl that we had shared a womb together, and spent all of our childhood together. In fact, she was the reason I had the accident that made me unable to conceive.

"Silas… Silas…" I pleaded walking over to the table. "I am pregnant… I promise."

"Stop the lies, Elara," Iris said. "You are pathetic."

"The doctor's report is on the table." I replied. Silas reached for the envelope and opened it. His eyes swept through the paper. His jaws froze and he slowly turned his head to me. There was a sad look in his eyes, but it was gone in a flash, replaced by anger. "What sort of ploy is this?" He snarled. "I have not touched you since our mating night two years ago. You dare try to pin another man's child on me?"

"I swear, Silas. It is yours-" my words were cut as the back of his hand connected with my face in a thunderous slap that sent me sprawling to the floor.

"Oh my dear sister," Iris said. "Either you bribed the doctor to forge this report…" she picked up the paper and shredded it to pieces. "Or you have been fucking around. The rumours were true."

"Silas, you have to believe me, please..."

He stood up and looked down at me. His eyes were filled with anger and hate as he kicked me repeatedly. "I will not have any bastard pup in my pack!"

I curled into a fetal ball as the kicks rained down on me. When he finally stopped, his breaths were heavy. "I, Silas Roxxon of the Bloodmoon pack, hereby sever every tie with you. I cut all mate bond between us as painfully as possible, and I reject you now, and forever!"

The pain that radiated all through my body came from deep in my soul. It felt like I was being torn in two. I whimpered as it spread like hot fire. My wolf was never a strong one, especially with how Silas treated us while we were married, so she could not give me the strength I needed.

I felt the warm liquid flow down my thighs, and it registered in my failing mind that I had just lost my baby.

"Come and eat before the food gets cold, darling." I heard Silas say. His voice sounded far away as my consciousness drifted away.

The world faded to black, and I felt my heart give its final, painful beat. I died. My last thought before the darkness swallowed me was a desperate furious prayer to the moon goddess for another chance. I would do things differently, and make them all pay for what they had done to me. They would pay back my sacrifices by a hundred fold.

And the moon goddess was listening. She granted my wish.