8 years prior…
Until this day, my life has been simple and predictable. I was the human mate of the Alpha, his Luna, his wife. And then, in a single moment, my identity vanished.
A deep ache churns in my stomach as I anxiously wait for the doctor to return with my test results. Lately, these episodes have grown more frequent, and the worry gnaws at me. Dr. Rayna dismissed my concerns as psychological, chalking it up to the weight of my own relentless desire to conceive.
She was utterly mistaken.
I grasp the table’s edge, quietly lamenting while I endure the pain unassisted. The walls seem to constrict around me with the prospect of obtaining another unfavourable test result. Aldo and I had been attempting for several months, and I sensed it creating a rift between us. He had a colder demeanour, remaining aloof. I was aware of his profound desire for a son, and it pained me to realise my inability to fulfil that aspiration and bring him joy.
The door abruptly opens, startling me and nearly causing me to topple off the table. Doctor Rayna greets me with a bright grin while applying hand sanitiser to her hands as she takes her seat. I could perceive my heart racing within my ribs at an abnormal velocity while I awaited her response.
“Simply breathe, Luna,” she grins, breathing deliberately with me and grasping my hands.
My hands trembled, however I succeeded in calming myself. Doctor Rayna’s grin intensifies.
“Congratulations, Luna,” she exclaims, resting her palm on my abdomen. “You are gestating our small Alpha.”
My pulse races as I absorb the news.
I am expecting a child. I am pregnant.
“H-how far along are you?” I mumble, unable to articulate my words as I suppress the sob in my throat.
“Let us ascertain, shall we?” she said with a smile, retrieving the ultrasound equipment and applying cold gel to my abdomen.
Anticipation swells within me as I gaze at the screen, unable to decipher the visuals yet yearning for my tiny Alpha to appear amidst the monochrome chaos.
“Based on my assessment, it appears we have approximately four weeks, necessitating the immediate commencement of your preparation, Luna,” she states emphatically, presenting me with several documents. “A werewolf pregnancy poses significant risks to a human. We must implement additional precautions.”
She removes the gel from my abdomen and provides a brief overview of what to anticipate, while prescribing a comprehensive prenatal care regimen.
I caress my abdomen during the journey home, still elated by the news. I was eager to inform Aldo. He would be exceedingly pleased by this. Upon arriving at the pack house, the agony resurfaces, prompting me to remain still in the car for a moment to endure it, gritting my teeth to suppress any cries of anguish.
Gradually, I extricate myself from the vehicle and proceed through the front entrance of the home. I am often confronted by several omegas ready to seize my possessions; yet, the residence was unsettlingly silent and vacant. I lack the time to interrogate the situation as a searing pain radiates through my chest, rendering each breath excruciating. I was unable to scream, even if I desired to, as my lungs burned intensely.
I ascend the steps to the second level, anticipating reclining and relaxing. Each step becomes increasingly arduous as the ache escalates, like to a thousand minute needles into my abdomen. From my vantage point at the top of the stairs, I observed the door to my room ajar, emanating an unusual muted sound from inside.
As I approach, a distinct scene emerges, igniting my anger at the sight.
Gazing through the door, I observe my sister, Nina, engaging in intimacy with my husband, her face distorted in a visage of pure ecstasy.
“Ah! Ah! Ah! Aldo!” She gasps, enthusiastically oscillating over his shaft.
He remains silent, only cupping her naked breasts in his hand while he manipulates her body along his erection.
“Damn!” she gasps, moving restlessly. “Kindly!” She implores, “I will provide you with the dog you merit.” I shall be your Luna.
My eyes sting with tears as I observe him turn her over, compelling her onto her knees, exposing her posterior entirely. He delivers a firm paddling to her cheeks before penetrating her from behind.
My heart fractures at hearing Aldo’s response: “Give.” I. “A. Pup,” he gasps between thrusts, as Nina’s moaning intensify as she reaches climax.
My anguish intensifies as I see him release his s***m into her, prompting me to cover my lips to stifle any sound.
“I shall designate you as my Luna,” he murmurs.
I felt no desire to see any further of this repugnant interaction, so I gradually retreated from the room and descended the stairs quietly, their climax echoing in my ears. I almost dash out of the home, still grasping my pregnancy test as I enter my car. Uncertain of my destination, I engaged the drive and accelerated down the driveway.
