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Story: Moonlit Betrayal
I lowered my eyes, my fists tightening as I resisted the urge to ask who he truly was. But I knew no matter how hard I pressed, he would not tell me the truth.
It would only aggravate our relationship, or worse, make him suspicious and jeopardise my escape. So I stayed quiet.
Zane did not appear to notice anything unusual about me. He gave my shoulder a light pat and spoke quietly. “You should get some rest. Just say the word if you need anything.”
With that, he turned and left, gently closing the door behind him.
I listened as his footsteps faded down the hallway, and another wave of tears flowed down. I drew my knees up, folded into myself, and pressed my face into the crook of my arm to drown out the sound of my crying.
A memory from five years ago popped into my mind. I remember dancing on stage at the university’s anniversary celebration. That night, Zane fell in love with me at first sight.
Even though he knew I was an Omega without a wolf, he still tried to win me over.
Zane had made me a promise prior to the marking ceremony. “Lyra, don’t worry. Once I’m back from the border, I’ll give you the biggest ceremony this pack has ever seen.”
I believed every word back then. I never imagined that I would be waiting for betrayal.
The next morning, Zane got up early to drive me to my prenatal checkup. We had barely made it to the front door when we noticed Anastasia Cross.
She was clutching her stomach and her face was pale.
“Dorian, my head hurts so bad…” she complained.
Zane quickly let go of my arm and picked up Anastasia instead. “What’s wrong? Did the wind make you sick? Come on, let’s get you back to your room so you can rest.”
He only realised I was still there when he reached the staircase. “Lyra, go to the hospital on your own. The driver’s already at the door. Everything’s set. Just follow him.”
Without looking back, he rushed up the stairs, clutching Anastasia in his arms. It broke my heart to see him hurrying away like that.
Anastasia turned towards me, a triumphant expression on her face. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to keep my emotions in check.
Later, the driver drove me to the hospital, where I sat alone through my prenatal checkup.
While staring at the grainy ultrasound image of the tiny foetus, I was overcome with a flood of conflicting emotions. Every time I thought about Zane and Anastasia together, the pain in my chest intensified.
I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. I dismissed the driver and went to another hospital alone because I didn’t want Zane to find out what I was going to do next.
I sat in the hallway waiting for my turn. I clutched the test results tightly, my stomach twisting with nervousness and fear.
Walking into that operating room meant losing this puppy and, with it, my last connection to Zane. But then I’d think about what he did, and the pain would come back.
Could I really hold it together if I had to face our puppy?
It would only aggravate our relationship, or worse, make him suspicious and jeopardise my escape. So I stayed quiet.
Zane did not appear to notice anything unusual about me. He gave my shoulder a light pat and spoke quietly. “You should get some rest. Just say the word if you need anything.”
With that, he turned and left, gently closing the door behind him.
I listened as his footsteps faded down the hallway, and another wave of tears flowed down. I drew my knees up, folded into myself, and pressed my face into the crook of my arm to drown out the sound of my crying.
A memory from five years ago popped into my mind. I remember dancing on stage at the university’s anniversary celebration. That night, Zane fell in love with me at first sight.
Even though he knew I was an Omega without a wolf, he still tried to win me over.
Zane had made me a promise prior to the marking ceremony. “Lyra, don’t worry. Once I’m back from the border, I’ll give you the biggest ceremony this pack has ever seen.”
I believed every word back then. I never imagined that I would be waiting for betrayal.
The next morning, Zane got up early to drive me to my prenatal checkup. We had barely made it to the front door when we noticed Anastasia Cross.
She was clutching her stomach and her face was pale.
“Dorian, my head hurts so bad…” she complained.
Zane quickly let go of my arm and picked up Anastasia instead. “What’s wrong? Did the wind make you sick? Come on, let’s get you back to your room so you can rest.”
He only realised I was still there when he reached the staircase. “Lyra, go to the hospital on your own. The driver’s already at the door. Everything’s set. Just follow him.”
Without looking back, he rushed up the stairs, clutching Anastasia in his arms. It broke my heart to see him hurrying away like that.
Anastasia turned towards me, a triumphant expression on her face. I clenched my fists, forcing myself to keep my emotions in check.
Later, the driver drove me to the hospital, where I sat alone through my prenatal checkup.
While staring at the grainy ultrasound image of the tiny foetus, I was overcome with a flood of conflicting emotions. Every time I thought about Zane and Anastasia together, the pain in my chest intensified.
I took a deep breath and tried to steady myself. I dismissed the driver and went to another hospital alone because I didn’t want Zane to find out what I was going to do next.
I sat in the hallway waiting for my turn. I clutched the test results tightly, my stomach twisting with nervousness and fear.
Walking into that operating room meant losing this puppy and, with it, my last connection to Zane. But then I’d think about what he did, and the pain would come back.
Could I really hold it together if I had to face our puppy?