Lahat ng Kabanata ng The Luna’s Return: Avenging her lost son: Kabanata 1 - Kabanata 10

Ame POV The day my husband brought home his fated mate, was the day my unborn child died. *** “Luna, you’re eight months’ pregnant, you should let us handle these dangerous tasks.” “I’m fine Lacey, I’m pregnant, not on death’s doors.” “Even so, the alpha will have my head if he learns I let you set this stage up.” Lacey takes the screwdriver from my hold, pocketing it to complete the tasks herself. She was my personal maid, having been assigned to me by Calian the moment we learned he needed to leave for war, leaving me just after we celebrated the news of our baby. The news we had desperately waited for, having tried for three whole years to fall pregnant. We both expected him to return within the week. Neither of us had expected the war to take as long as it did, he has missed the entire length of my pregnancy. But today the pack finally received word of his return, my husband would be here for the birth of our first-born child. Our alpha was already on his way home t

Ame POV My heart is broken as I look at the nursery I lovingly designed for my baby. All perfectly prepared, every item waiting to be used. The toys that were waiting to be loved, the cot waiting to be slept in….the teddy I bought the moment it was confirmed we were having a boy. A black wolf dressed in a blue jumper, a black furred wolf just like his daddy…just waiting to be cuddled. I can’t believe this is really happening…I can’t believe their words. It seems like it is happening to somebody else, not to me. I had wanted to impress Calian, so that when he did return to me, I didn’t need to add more to his workload. I wanted him to enjoy the countdown. Now everything seems so pointless, all that planning, all that excitement for what… “You need to eat something.” A maid enters the bedroom, placing a tray of food to my side, if only she knew eating was the furthest thing on my mind right now. “I’m not hungry.” I push it away, turning my face away from her. I just wanted to be

Ame POV I was feeling murderous….I want to kill her…. Not only is she the responsible one for the death of my child, but she has told Calian…my husband, a lie. Trying to turn him against me. My hands grip tightly onto the pack house front door, turning the brass doorknob…the door opening with ease. Since my miscarriage I haven’t been alone with her, I haven’t seen her eyes as she dares to deny what she has done to me. She was the one that went out of her way to join me on the stage, she was the one that…I so clearly recall, forced me off at that great height. She has been avoiding me, hiding behind Calian. Not any longer… I take a step into the pack house, the building quiet as I find myself alone….my anger far from sedated. If anything, it is replaced with irritation to find her not here. I turn to search for her outside when I hear the soft breathing sounds of a baby, safely tucked into his moses basket positioned by the couch. She isn’t even with her child; she doesn’t

Calian POV I stare at the scorched ruins, the pungent smell of smoke still lingering in the air. The flames swallowed the entire upper floor, even spreading down into the living area and kitchen. By the time news had spread through the pack link of the fire, it was already too late for Ame. As I reached the house, the flames roared too aggressively to enter. I tried, I did try…but the heat was murderous. I’m struggling to believe that Ame would rather die in the flames than remain my wife, my luna. Dying by the very flames that she herself ignited. The death of our child was an accident, she didn’t mean it, deep down I know she didn’t. But that doesn’t excuse what she has done, what she has taken from me…my child. The heir that I had longed for. She has also weakened me, leaving me to feel the brunt of her death through the mate bond. I can feel that she is dead, the mate bond between us completely severed. I didn’t reject her, leaving the mate bond open on my side, leavin

Ame POV “If you have truly moved on, then you will have no issue with me accepting his offer.” I hadn’t even realized the invitation was still gripped tightly in my hand until I returned to the hospital, pushing through the line of complaining patients that were queuing outside my door. The same patient remaining in my office as when I had left. Pack members or rogues, to me they were all patients. Injuries that needed to be healed. I can feel her festering beneath the surface, feel her trying to take control. Without delay I reach into the top drawer of my desk, swallowing my bipolar medication immediately to keep my wolf under control. With one last look at his writing, I put aside the memories of what they had done to me for now, concentrating on my patients. The fire of hatred still burns brightly inside of me, this invitation just adding more fuel to the flames. My wolf often creeps through when anger takes me, Balgaire often needing to tame her back in. I slam the de