Claimed By The Dangerous Alpha King: Betrayed Luna Novel by Gorgeous Aliyah

As I slowly opened my eyes, the piercing pain hit me like a f***g tornado, leaving me gasping for air. My eyes went wide in shock and I couldn’t feel any part of my body, the only thing that I could feel was abundant pain that threatened to take my life. My wits were still a foreign thing and I was struggling to figure our what was going on around me.

I looked around but my vision was a blurr and it was hard to make our the things that were around me. Slowly, the pixels of my vision started to clear and I started to make out my environment slowly. The first thing I saw was the big ** chandelier that was hanging on the roof. It seemed like it was going to hit me in the head and I couldn’t even move even if my heart was beating like it was going to burst out of my chest.

I knew where I was though. I was in Aston’s room. The last thing remember was him telling at me and telling me to get the f***k up.

I was still in Aston’s room, and he was crouched beside me, lus face twisted in an irritated snarl.

“What game are you playing at, Kira?” he sneered, his voice like a knife to my heart. “You think you can play dumb pranks on me and get away with it?” I literally just almost died and these were the first words that came out of his mouth. I couldn’t even express my emotions of extreme irritation because I was physically incapable to. I was so weak that I wanted to close my eyes again. I wanted the pains to go away real bad.

I tried to speak, but my voice was barely a whisper. “P-please….Aston…help me…” The pain was suffocating me, and I couldn’t think straight. I didn’t want to have to beg him but I could feel my baby’s kicks were getting weaker and it was scaring me. I couldn’t let anything happen to my baby. I didn’t want it to.

Aston’s expression turned even darker. “If you thought faking a faint would get you compassion from me, you’re sadly mistaken. It’s only made my hatred for you grow stronger.” He spat angrily and I tried to reach for him but I couldn’t even raise my hands. I was too weak. I was too weak to explain to him. I couldn’t fail my baby, not again. I couldn’t get my child out of this godforsaken place but the least I could do was keep it alive.

It was the least I could do as it’s mother.

It was expected that he thought that I was lying but I wasn’t faking it. I was dying. I could feel my baby slipping away, and 1 knew I had to beg for mercy. “Aston, please…sever the bond…I can feel my baby…please. My words were scattered gibberish and I knew he couldn’t understand what I was saying because even I didn’t but I needed to make him get it. I needed to save my baby

“Please help me, I need to severe the mate bond. It hurts and it’s hurting my baby too.” I begged letting all the words out at once and trying hard to catch my breath.

He laughed, a cold, mirthless sound. “I’d never mark an undeserving wolf like you. And I don’t care what happens to you. What would make you think something like that? You’re really ballsy. To think that I would even touch you??!” he laughed again and my vision might have been blurry but I could see the look of disgust on his face.

I pleaded and begged, but he just stood up and walked away, leaving me alone in the room. I could see his receding figure as he slowly disappeared into the dark. Tears fell from the side of my eyes. I tried to call out to him, to reach out to him, to chase after him and to beg him but I counted even move.

*Please be okay, please be okay. I begged my baby, tears flowing freely from eyes and tny energy draining out of me faster than I needed it to. The pain was killing me slowly and there wasn’t much I was going to miss about my life but the only thing I was sad about was my baby. I need to help my baby.

The pain consumed me, and I passed out once again but this time it didn’t feel like just passing out. I wasn’t just loosing consciousness, it felt like I was loosing my life.

When I came awake, I was in the infirmary, surrounded by weird looking people who all seemed to be staring at me. I wondered if this was how heaven looked like or was this hell? Was I going to suffer in earth and still have to go to hell.

Kira, are you okay?” One of them asked. “Can you hear us? another asked and I tried to figure out who they were and why the hell they were talking to me about theses things. I felt significantly better than I did from what I remember last but I still felt weak.

“Where am I? Who are you?” I managed to ask.

They told me I’d been asleep for three days, and my heart sank. What about my baby?” I whispered, fear clutching at my heart.

I glanced around, my eyes struggling to focus in the dim light. Where was I? What had happened? My mind was a tangle of broken memories and unanswered questions.

And then, I saw her. A middle aged woman that I recognised as the head nurse from the last time I came to the infirmary, her face a mask of concem, her eyes dark with pity.

“You’ve been asleep for three days, she murmured, reaching out to smooth my hair from my forehead. “You were very sick. You almost… She trailed off, her voice catching in her throat.

My eyes fluttered shut, hot tears leaking from their corners to soak the pillow beneath my head. “No,” I whispered, the word a strangled sob, “No, it can’t be.”

But it was true, I knew. Even without the healer’s words, I could feel the absence of the life that had once grown within me, the emptiness where once there had been hope and joy.

“I’m sorry. Kira,” the healer murmured, her voice low with sympathy. “I’m so sorry.”

I wanted to scream, to rage against the cruelty of fate that had stolen my child, my future, my very reason for living. But the grief stole my strength too, leaving me limp and exhausted, my soul wrung out like a sodden rag.

“How…”I began, my voice trembling with emotion. “How did I survive? Why did I survive?!”

The healer hesitated, her expression shifting to one of confusion “It seems that Alpha Aston’s mark saved you,” she said, her words halting and uncertain.

My eyes widened, shock and disbelief coursing through me like electricity. “Aston? But how?” I asked, my voice raw with the effort of speaking.

The healer shook her head, her face a mask of puzzlement. “I don’t know,” she said. “It’s almost as if the two marks were battling within you, the strength of Aston’s mark overriding the damage done by Dax’s.”

“But why?” I whispered, my mind reeling with questions.

The healer’s expression softened, her eyes shining with pity. “I can only guess,” she said. “Perhaps Aston’s mark recognized the danger to you and acted to protect you. Or perhaps it was some higher force, a twist of fate or the will of the gods.”

I closed my eyes, my tears burning hot against my skin. “The gods,” I murmured, my voice heavy with despair. “If the gods truly exist, then why did they allow this to happen? Why did they take the only reason I wanted to live.

The healer had no answer for me, her silence a weight on the already heavy air.

In the following days, I drifted in and out of sleep, my body heavy with grief and exhaustion. The nurses brought me food, but I couldn’t eat, the very thought of nourishment a mockery of my loss.

And when I slept, I dreamed of Dax, of the love we once shared, the promise of our future that had now been shattered. I dreamed of our child, the little life that had been snuffed out before it had even had a chance to begin.

My heart sank like a stone, a chill snaking its way down my spine “Almost what?” I croaked, my voice h**se from disuse.

The healer took a deep breath, as if bracing herself. “You lost the baby,” she whispered, her words cutting through me like a razor’s edge. “The strain from the bond, from Dax’s betrayal…it was too much for your body to handle.”

I gasped, my breath catching in my throat.

The healer’s face was sombre. I’m so sorry, Kira. You lost the baby due to the trauma from Dax forging another bond over yours. And…you almost died too. But Aston’s bite…it saved your life.

Tears streamed down my face as the truth hit me like a hammer, I’d lost my child, and Aston’s cruelty had almost cost me my own life. The pain and grief were overwhelming, and I felt like I was drowning in a sea of despair.