My Luna my bride のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 161 - チャプター 170

Jenny’s POVAs I sat in front of the mirror, watching the maid meticulously dress me up for my marriage with Alpha Elijah, a mix of emotions swirled within me. The white dress draped elegantly around me, the intricate details of the neckpiece shimmering in the light, and my hair styled flawlessly, making me feel like a queen. Yet, beneath the facade of beauty and elegance, a heavyweight lingered in my heart.The reflection staring back at me exuded grace and poise, but my thoughts were consumed by doubts and uncertainties. The rush to marry before my pregnancy felt like a suffocating pressure, a decision made out of duty rather than love. The realization that Elijah might not truly love me, that our union was merely an obligation, cast a shadow over the grandeur of the moment.As the maid's skilled hands worked to perfect every detail of my appearance, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that this marriage was a facade, a charade to uphold appearances. The conflicting emotions of gra

Jenny’s POVI blinked, trying to orient myself in the unfamiliar surroundings of the hospital room. My eyes were drawn to the stark white ceiling, a stark contrast to the chaos of thoughts swirling in my mind. A sudden sound broke the silence, pulling my attention towards the door where Elijah appeared. And that's when the realization hit me like a ton of bricks, I was in a hospital. Memories flooded back, the rush of preparing for my wedding day halted by a searing pain that had robbed me of consciousness. As Elijah settled into the chair beside me, a mix of relief and anxiety washed over me like a tidal wave. My thoughts raced, consumed by the well-being of my unborn child. Is she safe? Did I lose the pregnancy? The uncertainty was suffocating, a heavy weight pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. At that moment, all I could do was cling to hope, a fragile lifeline amid the unknown. Elijah's presence offered a sliver of comfort in the sea of worry that threatened to

Jenny’s POVAs Elijah carried me to his room, I couldn't help but feel a rush of surprise and confusion swirling inside me. Our marriage wasn't built on love, but rather on circumstances beyond our control. I had expected him to take me to my room, a clear boundary between us, a reminder of the reality of our situation. Yet, here we were, in his room, a place that suddenly felt unfamiliar and intimate.I watched him move with purpose, his strong arms supporting me, his eyes focused on ensuring my safety. Was this a gesture of care mandated by the doctor's instructions, a practical decision for the sake of our unborn child? Or was there something more beneath the surface, a hint of tenderness in his actions that I dared not acknowledge?As we entered his room, I couldn't help but notice the subtle details that painted a picture of the man I had married. The neatly arranged books on the shelf, the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air. It was

Elijah’s mother's POVI stood there, frozen in shock, as my son's words echoed in my ears. How could he defy me by choosing to marry Jenny, someone he knew I disapproved of? The mere thought of Jenny becoming the pack Luna, a position above mine, sent a surge of anger through me. I had always been there for my son, protecting him, and now he is giving way is rightfully mine to some commoner.“You won't dare Elijah!” I roared back at him like a wounded lion. “Oh, watch me mother” Elijah shot back at me.At that moment, a mix of disbelief and determination flooded my mind. This was not how it was supposed to be. I had to act swiftly to prevent this nightmare from becoming a reality. I couldn't let Jenny take a role that rightfully belonged to me, not after all I had done for my son and the pack.As I grappled with the whirlwind of emotions, a fierce resolve took hold of me. I knew deep down that I would stop at nothing to thwart

Chapter 169Jenny’s POVI stood at the doorway, torn between the growling hunger in my stomach and Elijah's strict instructions to stay put. He had emphasized the need for security, especially in the palace where danger could lurk around any corner. The absence of the guard and Miranda, my trusted maid, only added to my dilemma.As I waited for Miranda, the minutes stretched into an eternity, each passing second amplifying my hunger. The silence of the palace felt suffocating, a stark reminder of my isolation in this vast, echoing space. The weight of Elijah's concern for my safety pressed down on me, a heavy cloak of protection that sometimes felt more like confinement.My thoughts swirled in a chaotic dance of hunger and duty. The tantalizing aroma of food wafting from the kitchen beckoned me, tempting me to risk a quick trip for sustenance. Yet, the memory of Elijah's stern warning echoed in my mind, a reminder of the risks that lurked beyond the palace walls.I rubbed my swollen b