2. The Beloved Lost~Miscarriage

Rayna's eyes slowly opened, greeted by a piercing white light and the sharp scent of antiseptic. The hospital room felt cold, the hum of machines faint in the background, mixed with the scent of cleaning agents. Her hands instinctively touched her stomach, gliding over the flat surface—where once life had grown inside her.

Panic immediately spread through her chest. "My baby … where is my child?!"

Footsteps approached, and soon a nurse appeared at Rayna's bedside.

At that moment, Rayna could no longer hold herself back, desperate to know about her baby.

"Where is my child?" she asked, panicked. "Nurse, please tell me … he's still alive, right?" Her voice trembled, choked by her own fear.

"I'm sorry, Luna Rayna. Your fetus could not be saved—you’ve had a miscarriage," the nurse explained, leaving Rayna in disbelief.

"No … nurse, you must be lying. My baby must be fine. Please … let me see my child, Nurse," Rayna pleaded, tears streaming down her cheeks uncontrollably.

The nurse gently confirmed that the fetus could no longer be saved.

"Luna Rayna, your child is gone. I am not lying. You experienced heavy bleeding, which caused the miscarriage," she repeated.

Rayna's world collapsed instantly. Time seemed to slow. She pressed her hands to her face, her body trembling, tears flowing endlessly. Silence pressed in, broken only by the ringing in her ears. Her grief weighed down her entire body.

"No … no … this can’t be …!" she screamed, her voice hoarse. "My baby isn’t dead … Oh God, why did this happen?"

The nurse leaned slightly, placing a comforting hand on Rayna's shoulder. "I’m sorry, Luna. You did your best. Be strong and endure."

Rayna shook her head, her heart shattered into pieces. Anger arose—toward herself, toward cruel fate, toward the Moon Goddess she once revered, and especially toward Darius. Her hands clenched the sheets, her body shaking violently from grief and pain.

The sound of heels grew closer.

The figure was Darius Blackthorn—approaching calmly but carrying a heavy aura that made the air feel thick.

Click!

The door opened loudly in the silent room. And there he was—Darius, standing tall, his face cold, eyes unreadable. There was no remorse, only the Alpha dominance he once showed love with but now seemed to hate.

"Rayna!"

Darius’ voice boomed in the room. "Where is he? Why couldn’t you protect him?!" he shouted angrily.

"You’re too weak," he said flatly, his gaze sharp. "Unable to protect your own child. Truly humiliating. Is this how you become my Luna? Pathetic, damn it!"

Rayna's hands trembled as she looked at her husband, anger and sorrow clashing in her chest.

"This … this is all your fault!" she screamed, her voice hoarse and broken. "If you hadn’t forced me … if you hadn’t touched me last night, our child would still be alive!"

Darius clenched his jaw, his teeth grinding. His Alpha eyes glinted with predatory intensity. "You should have been stronger, DAMN IT. Not weak like this!" His voice was cold, steps approaching, his Alpha aura pressing down on Rayna’s entire body.

Her blood surged as another figure entered—Laura, her twin sister, entering effortlessly. Without hesitation, Laura linked her arm through Darius'.

Darius, who had been angry, softened when he looked at Laura, his expression full of love—the same exact love he once gave to Rayna.

Thump!

"Laura … how … how can this be?" Rayna could barely speak, staring at her sister.

Anger, mixed with jealousy, ignited in Rayna. She could not stand by and let her twin take what was hers. If it were anything else, she might understand—but this was her husband, the man she loved fiercely. She would never willingly give him to Laura.

"What … what are you doing with my husband?!" Rayna shouted, fury peaking amidst grief. "Laura, you’re cruel! How dare you come near my husband!" She lunged, grabbing Laura’s arm roughly.

"Don’t be mad, dear sister. If you could please Darius, he wouldn’t be here with me. But you are weak and repulsive, so your husband came to me," Laura replied without guilt.

At the same time, Darius quickly grabbed Rayna’s wrist with iron strength. "Stop. She doesn’t need your drama," he said coldly, pulling Rayna back. "You are truly pitiful, Rayna."

Rayna staggered but did not fall. Her anger burned, her pain coursed through her body. "No! You can’t go with her! Not like this!" she screamed, stumbling but pressing forward even as her stomach ached and blood dripped.

Darius’ hand shot out, gripping Rayna’s neck. He pulled her back, slamming her against the wall hard.

"Enough of this weakness! You must be strong, Rayna! Not crying and blaming everything on me!" His words hit her soul like iron.

"I—!" Rayna cried, clutching him, refusing to let Darius leave. "You—you made all of this happen, Darius. You hurt me, you’ve broken me, and now… you’re with her!" She touched her flat stomach.

"Enough! Now recover yourself. Don’t be a crybaby. We’re leaving!"

Laura smiled faintly at Darius. "See? She’s weak. You need someone who can truly keep up with us," she said triumphantly.

Tears burned Rayna’s cheeks, her chest tight. "You … you cannot be with her, Darius.

"Come back, don’t leave!" Rayna fell, collapsing, feeling blood run between her legs.

Darius stared at her, full of Alpha anger, yet his hand stayed in place. He simply observed, as if testing Rayna’s limits.

Rayna slipped, trying to chase Darius and Laura again, but her body was weak, her head pounding. She fell to the floor, blood flowing from her temple. Yet amid the darkness, her determination remained.

"I know he still loves me, I can bring him back to me," she whispered through sobs, her hands gripping the floor, her courage intact.

"Yes, he will come back to me. I will make him see me, because he is still my husband, mine."

Darkness loomed, but Rayna’s heart held one unshakable truth: she will not give up. Not to fate, not to her husband, not to her twin sister.

Rayna was the true Luna; she would rise from betrayal and pain, and reclaim everything that had been forcefully taken from her.