The Luna He Didn’t Choose

Bella POVFor a moment, Ethan didn’t move at all. His face was completely blank, and the silence between us stretched so long that my heart started racing again.Then he laughed but it wasn’t a happy laugh, It was short, cold, and full of disbelief.“You’re pregnant?” he repeated.I nodded quickly. “Yes. The doctor confirmed it today. I didn’t expect it either because I’ve been taking—”Before I could finish explaining, Ethan suddenly pushed himself away from the table and looked at me with an expression that made my stomach drop.“Bella,” he said slowly, “do you really think I’m fucking stupid?”The words hit me like a slap.“What?” I whispered.His eyes hardened.“Let me guess,” he continued sarcastically. “You’re pregnant with my child, right? And you just happened to find out today?”“It’s true,” I said quickly, panic rising in my chest. “I didn’t plan this, Ethan. I swear I didn’t—”“Oh, please save it,” he interrupted sharply.The anger in his voice made me flinch.“You expect m

Bella POVI had just finished arranging the jars of herbs in the small medicine cabinet in my room when my phone suddenly rang on the table beside me.For a moment I simply stared at the screen without moving, because Ethan’s name was flashing across it.My heart immediately started beating faster.Ethan almost never called me.Even during our three years of marriage, most of our conversations happened face to face, and they were usually short, cold, and painfully formal. Seeing his name on my phone screen felt strange, almost like I was looking at something that didn’t belong to my life.I hesitated for a few seconds before finally picking it up.“Hello?” I said softly.There was a brief pause on the other end before Ethan’s voice came through the speaker.“I’ve thought about your request.”His tone was calm, but it still carried that distant edge that always made it clear he didn’t really want to be talking to me.My fingers tightened slightly around the phone.“And?” I asked quietl

Bella POVThe moment Clara stepped into the celebration grounds, it felt like the entire atmosphere shifted in a way that was impossible to ignore, because the warm laughter and cheerful conversations that had been filling the air just moments ago suddenly quieted into soft whispers and curious glances.I could feel Ethan’s hand still holding mine as we stood on the dance floor, but the movement of the dance slowed slightly when people started noticing her arrival.Clara looked exactly the same as I remembered her, maybe even more beautiful than before, wearing a long crimson dress that hugged her figure perfectly while her dark hair fell smoothly over her shoulders like something out of a painting.Beside her stood the small boy everyone had been whispering about for weeks.The boy with Ethan’s gray eyes.I tried not to stare, but it was impossible not to notice how similar he looked to Ethan, especially when he tilted his head slightly in curiosity while looking around at the crowd.

Bella POVThe sky was gray the morning I left the hospital.It had been raining since the night before, and the drizzle still hadn’t stopped. The rain was soft and quiet, like the world itself didn’t want to make too much noise.I stood in the small cemetery behind the hospital, holding a tiny wooden box in my hands.The rain slowly soaked into my coat and dampened my hair, but I didn’t move.I didn’t even try to find shelter.For some reason the cold rain felt right on my skin.The wooden box in my hands felt too light.It should have been heavier.It should have held years of memories. Years of Birthdays and Laughter. Instead, it held something that had never even taken its first breath.I had imagined everything.I imagined a little child running through the pack house one day.I imagined small hands grabbing my fingers.I imagined a tiny face with Ethan’s gray eyes.But now…All of that was gone.And the only thing left was the small wooden box in my hands.There was no one standi

Bella POVThe suitcase felt heavier than it should have as I walked down the quiet stone path that led away from the house, but I knew the weight wasn’t really coming from the clothes and books packed inside it; the heaviness came from everything I was leaving behind, everything that had once been my life for the past three years.The evening air was cool, and the wind moved softly through the tall trees surrounding the pack territory, making the leaves rustle together in a way that almost sounded like whispers following me as I walked.For a long time, this forest had felt like home.I had memorized every path, every clearing, every small stream where the younger wolves liked to play during the warmer seasons.I knew where the moonflowers bloomed during the full moon, and I knew which trees gave the best shade during the hot afternoons when the pack gathered outside the pack house.But tonight, as I walked past those same trees, the entire forest felt different.It felt like a place