Another Chance For The Barren Luna
The pack had turned me into a spectacle, a cursed joke, a Luna who couldn’t fulfill her most sacred duty.
They called me barren Luna to my face. They laughed as if my womb was nothing but dead soil. Some even nicknamed me beautiful firewood—useless except to be burned, admired from afar but worthless up close. I lost count of the nights I sat awake in our cold bed, my body aching from endless tears, pressing my hands against my stomach, begging the Moon Goddess to grant me just one child. Just one. But every month, my womb betrayed me. Every month, my period reminded me of my failure.
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