The Abandoned Luna
Alpha Terrence and I had been pup-less mates for five years.
But one day, Terrence had accidentally ingested wolfsbane, leading to a diagnosis of severe poisoned decay.
His agonized whimpers shredding the silence of every night, plunged our pack into despair.
It was then that a mysterious witch whispered a prophecy to his parents: only a she-wolf bearing the "scent of silverfern and cold moonlight" could save him.
So, in order to pull him back from the brink of death, he slept with the she-wolf his parents arranged for him.
After every time they mated, he would frantically slap himself, then kneel before me in tears, confessing everything.
Later, the she-wolf, Rebecca, succeeded in getting pregnant.
Terrence hugged me and cried bitterly, "Lila, my Luna," he choked, his golden Alpha eyes dimmed with grief, "I've fulfilled my parents' dreams, so from now on, I'll live for myself. My heart, my wolf... they belong only to you."
But two years later, I saw Rebecca was being fawned over by everyone in Twilight Pack.
A pup stood beside her, as her belly was swollen high with another one.
Terrence instinctively shifted to shield her, explaining, "Luna, my parents... they just wish for a son and daughter to complete my family. Once Rebecca safely delivers this pup, I'll send her away. Right away."
"You didn't want pups with me, so Rebecca carries this burden for you. It will be yours. I did this... because I love you too much to leave you alone in this world, these pups are the gifts I leave behind. They will carry on my love for you, even after I'm gone."
I nodded without crying.
Terrence didn't know.
I came today to share joyful news because I was pregnant.
But this pup... would never draw breath under the moon.
When the truth crashed upon him, that very night, under the full moon's indifferent gaze, his desolate howl became a tangible cry for my pardon.