The Luna He Threw Away
After bearing my fated mate's pup, I sank into severe postpartum depression.
By day, as Luna of the Blood Moon Pack, I had to hold myself together.
By night, I let despair drown me. Time and time again, I picked up the silver dagger, ready to end it all.
It was Alpha Raymond Kirk who held me, who told me over and over:
"It's all right, Aurora. No matter what you become, our pup and I will always be here."
For five whole years, I held it back. I didn't want to be a burden to anyone.
Then one day, the pup cut his finger and let out a cry. I broke. I cut my wrist again.
Raymond finally snapped. He shoved a fistful of calming herbs into my mouth.
"How long are you going to keep this up? Are you trying to drive me and our pup insane?"
"If you don't want to live, why don't you just die?"
I swallowed in silence. And just like that, a thought came to me.
Every night, Raymond murmured a girl's name in his sleep.
She could replace me. She could be the mother our pup deserved.
As for me—I should return to the Moon Goddess.