The Pregnant Luna Who Faked Her Death のすべてのチャプター: チャプター 1 - チャプター 10

“I’ve prepared everything for you, Lily.” Alpha Wilson embraced me from behind and kissed the top of my head, his voice as doting as ever. A full set of documents lay spread across the table: a new passport, a new bank account, and a private villa in the far north. Even my new identity had been arranged. 【Twenty-eight years old, widowed, no children.】 I stared at those few lines and suddenly found it almost funny. I was still alive, yet my own mate had already arranged the life I would live after death. “Once you arrive there, I’ll transfer money to you regularly,” Wilson said, taking my hand. “When Vivian gives birth to the heir, I’ll bring you back. Trust me—it won’t be long.” He spoke earnestly, as if enough compensation could turn this betrayal into a harmless temporary parting. My two brothers sat opposite us. Xavier Voss was the pack’s Beta; Victor Voss was the Delta. At thirteen I had been adopted by the Voss family. They treated me like a true younger si

Three days before my “death.” I was walking in the park near the Voss estate when Vivian stopped me. “Lily, I have some things I want to say to you alone. Don’t worry, I won’t take up too much of your time.” She took my hand, her eyes slightly red. “I’m sorry. I know that because of my return you’ve suffered a lot.” I said nothing. She lowered her head, her voice growing softer. “Actually I don’t want this either. But the Elders said only I can give Wilson a pure-blood heir. I can’t just watch him be punished by the Elders.” As she spoke she took a jewelry box from her bag. Inside was a moonstone ring. It was the first gift Wilson had ever given me. Five years ago, to find this piece of moonstone for me, he had searched every mining area in the pack alone. Later he had personally slipped the ring onto my finger and said it was his gift to his future Luna. Now it was in Vivian’s hands. “Wilson said this ring is very important to you,” she bit her lip. “I want t

Wilson’s POV “Lily!!!” I watched with my own eyes as she fell from the second floor, her figure completely swallowed by the flames. The hand I had stretched out froze in mid-air. I had not even managed to grasp her last finger. “Lily!!!” I charged toward the railing like a madman, only to be forced back by a collapsing beam. “Wilson!” Xavier and Victor rushed over, both deathly pale, eyes bloodshot. Xavier’s voice trembled. “Lily… Lily is pregnant!” Regret instantly drowned me. Lily was carrying my puppy. And I had not even known when she became pregnant. Only a few hours earlier I had still been thinking that once Vivian gave birth to the heir, I would bring Lily back. I had still told her to wait a little longer. I had believed she would stand in place and wait for me the way she had for the past fifteen years. “Put out the fire! Hurry and put out the fire!” Firefighters finally arrived; water jets poured into the burning banquet hall. I shoved asi

Lily’s POV In the southern town, mornings were always filled with birdsong. I lived in a small lakeside house. Opening the window, I could see continuous green mountains in the distance. Here there were no werewolves, no Elders, and no one who called me Luna. I was simply Lily, an ordinary woman about to become a mother. By now I was seven months pregnant. My belly grew larger by the day; even bending to put on shoes had become difficult. Fortunately Amy had stayed with me the whole time. “Lily! I’m back!” A familiar voice came from outside the door. I had just set down my paintbrush when Amy pushed the door open carrying a large bag of groceries and ran excitedly to me. “Has the baby in your belly been giving you trouble today?” “He’s been very good.” I smiled and carefully put away the paints on the canvas. Amy came over and gently touched my belly. “Baby, you have to behave. Your mother is still earning money to support the family while carrying you!” A

Lily’s POV Wilson had still found me. I stood by the street and watched the man walking toward me, my fingers unconsciously tightening around the examination report. After five months apart he had grown much thinner. The bottoms of his eyes were full of bloodshot veins; even the collar that used to be meticulously neat was wrinkled. His gaze fell on my face, then slowly moved downward and stopped on my high, rounded pregnant belly. Those eyes instantly turned red. “Lily…” He stretched out a trembling hand as if wanting to touch me, yet not daring to. I ignored him and only instinctively took a step back. Today I had only come out for a prenatal checkup. At nearly eight months, my belly was growing larger and walking was no longer as steady as before. Just now when going down the steps I had almost missed my footing; luckily I had run into Dr. Brown from the town, who had steadied me in time. I had not expected that in such a short while I would meet the person I l