The Tale Of A Pregnant Luna

Chapter 7: (edited)

I stared the man before me. He was indeed beautiful. But where had I seen him before? I know I've seen him somewhere.

"Are you sure you're okay?" he questioned. I nodded, as I lay my hand on my stomach. He wouldn't know though.

He looked confused and lost, as well as tired. I looked at him once more and stared at his face expression.

"Is something the matter?" I questioned him. He tuned to me and smiled.

"No nothing, I hope to see you soon... "he slowed down.

* Colleen” I said. He nodded smiling.

"Yes, Colleen” he walked off waving goodbye, well that was it. I shook my head heading home. I got in the bus and rode in silence. My earphones plugged in my ears and the only sound my baby's heart beat, with no music, just the silence, of the little budum.

The bus stopped and I walked the way home, getting home, I checked in on mother like always. There she lay down a book In her hand. I took the book putting it on the side table, switching off the lamplight.

I then walked to the kitchen preparing something to eat. I was starting and I can't explain how painful hunger feels. I quickly pulled out some of last night's leftovers and heated it in the microwave.

The microwaved beeped and I opened it taking out my hot and steamy plate of food. I sat at the counter on one of the barstools and began eating. I don't know why but my mind kept drifting off to an earlier. I don't know why but I get the feeling I know him, which is very strange. I washed my dishes and headed straight for bed. Lying down on my right side, I listened carefully as my babies Heartbeat sounded in my ears. The sound was a melody in my ears. I began thinking about the future, about what ifs.

What if alpha had not Rejected me, would I have been happy?

Funny how I refer to him as alpha, cause I never called out his name casually, only once and I dont even want to remember. no one spoke much about him as muicgh in the pack, as one would excpect. He was just the alpha. But there were stories of him being cold hearted and cunning, him being bad and ruthless and mostly merciless. but no matter the rumours that circulated around, he always stood and proud and he stayed as an alpha because he was known for his loyalty and love towards the pack. But the question that had always struck me was, why? why was he the weay he was? Why was he seen as such? well the questioned answered itself after that night. A man like him, one that stood as though eh had dignity was nothing but a playboy, that couoldnt differentuiate between right and wrong. my naive idea of

I let my self think of an answer but nothing came to mind but slowly I was drifting off to sleep, and I was brought into a world of warm comforting darkness.

The next morning I hurried myself to get to work on time, I had woken up late due to my stupid half broken alarm. I rushed out the door towards the bus! lily I hot in there in time, I sat down and waited impatiently to get to work. The alphas house stood proudly, if there's a place I would rather not be, it would be here, forever and always. I loathe anything that is related to him.

I got to work and began cleaning, I cleaned the kitchen first today since a few of our staff had gone on leave for a while. The a diffusing smell made its way through my senses, and I gagged, I had and urge to throw up, hurried I ran up the stairs and head to the nearest bathroom. I opened it and let my guts out and it wasn't stopping anytime soon. I felt a soothing touch on my back rubbing up and down but I couldn't and won't see who it was, but I recognized the voice anywhere.

"Are you okay?" the deep voice asked, sending shivers down my spine, the voice belonging to none other than the alpha himself.

I pushed back my hair and rinsed my mouth by the small sink near the toilet. I sat down, my back against the bathroom wall.

"I'm fine." I said breathlessly.

"Are you sure?" he questioned. Who the hell is he to act concerned.

Hs face showed a worrrisome expression making me scoff at the scene before me. he looked as though Ihaddone something to rip his heart apart, meanwhile it was the other way around. this was truly something. "I said I'm fine!" I snapped irritated by his demeanore, "so stop acting like you care all of a sudden. You rejected me, not the other way around. take a hint.” I said harshly, he flinched, before regaing his composure, His eyes turned slightly black in anger. Well, I got myself into this.

"Reese!" I heard his name being called out. Lillian made her way in the bathroom and looked at me in disgust, I shook my head at her and her childish behavior. was she honestoly someone i considered a friend? someone i cherished dearly? funny how people can change.

"Go home for today, I don't need you straining yourself, then blaming me for any illness caused upon you" he said bluntly. Once a monster always a monster, once a villian always a villain, but once a mate always a mate. This man deserved to drown in a lake, and by my two hands at that.

But... No matter how much i had insulted him, my pained heart stung longing for him. What a funny joke the moon goddess was playing on me.

I looked away from him, gathering myself together. I don't need people like him in my life, I don't. I flushed the toilet leaving the bathroom not sparing a second glance.

walking out of the house, the tears stung my eyes as i forced myself to hold them back. my precious tears did not neeed to be shed for people who did not deserve it. I walked to the bus stop, luckily a bus came minutes later. I rode it to my street and got off, walking home I looked ahead smiling. i couldnt bring my gloomy self hime and worry mom. "Come on Colleen, you are stronger than that!" I motivated myself.

I put my keys into the keyhole, opening the door, and walked to my mother's bedroom only to see her with the company, My eyes widened at the guest present. the man I had bumped into earlier was sitting across a tear-stained mother of mine. my heart dropped as I looked at her face.

"mom, what's going on?" I questioned, as they both looked towards me with serious epressions.