Luna To Alpha Ace

Luna To Alpha Ace

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When Love Becomes a Prison After twenty failed IVF treatments and four years of heartbreak, Lily Collins finally has everything she's ever wanted: she's pregnant with the miracle baby she and her husband James fought so hard for. But the man she married is becoming someone she doesn't recognize-controlling, secretive, and increasingly dangerous. When James strikes her for the first time, Lily tells herself it's the stress. When he isolates her from friends and monitors her every move, she convinces herself it's concern for the baby. But when she discovers he's been lying about their fertility treatments, she realizes the father of her unborn child might be hiding something far more sinister than she ever imagined. **Meanwhile, across the city...** Alpha werewolf Ace Winters has spent years searching for his destined mate. When the bond finally calls to him, leading him to a pregnant woman living in fear, his protective instincts roar to life. But his mate is human, fragile, and already running from one dangerous man. One wrong move could send her fleeing forever. One right move could save her life. Two men. One woman. A baby caught in between. As Lily fights to uncover the truth about her husband's deceptions, she has no idea that her salvation might come from the mysterious stranger watching over her or that accepting his protection will thrust her into a world where fairy tales are real. Love can be written in the stars. But first, she has to survive long enough to discover that monsters don't always look like monsters... *And heroes don't always look entirely human.*

Chapter 1 1: Lily

Whack!!!

The sting came before the sound-a sharp, burning sensation across my cheek that made my ears ring. In that fragmented second, I couldn't process what had happened. My body knew before my mind did, and I stumbled backward until my spine hit the wall of our immaculate kitchen.

James stood before me, his hand still suspended in the air. His eyes, those hazel eyes I'd fallen in love with, widened in horror at what he'd just done. We both froze in the awful silence that followed.

"Lily..." My name came out of his mouth like a plea.

My hand found my cheek, fingers trembling against the heated skin. Two months pregnant. After four years of trying. After twenty failed IVF treatments. After countless nights, I cried myself to sleep. After depression so deep I'd nearly drowned in it.

And he had just hit me.

"I didn't mean..." James stepped toward me, his voice breaking. "Baby, I'm so sorry. I don't know what came over me."

I couldn't speak. My throat felt swollen shut. All I could do was press myself harder against the wall, as if I could somehow pass through it and escape this moment.

"Please say something," he begged, tears welling in his eyes. "It was the stress-the fight about the nursery colors. I haven't been sleeping. I would never hurt you intentionally, Lily. You know that."

Did I know that? The James I married four years ago would never have raised a hand to me. But the James standing before me now, with panic flooding his face, I didn't recognize him.

"I need a minute," I finally whispered, sliding along the wall toward the hallway.

"Don't leave," he said, not moving, but his eyes following me. "Please. We need to talk about this."

I hesitated, my hand protectively moving to my still-flat stomach. Our miracle. The baby we'd cried, prayed, and emptied our bank accounts for.

"I just hit my pregnant wife," James said, his voice hollow with disbelief. He sank to his knees on our polished hardwood floor, burying his face in his hands. "What kind of monster am I becoming?"

Something inside me softened at the sight of him breaking down. This was the man who had held me through every negative pregnancy test. Who had wiped away my tears after each failed implantation. Who had researched alternative treatments late into the night while I slept.

I moved toward him slowly, like approaching a wounded animal.

"It will never happen again," he promised, looking up at me with red-rimmed eyes. "I swear on my life, Lily."

I believed him. I had to. Because the alternative that the father of my unborn child, the love of my life, could be someone capable of hurting me was unthinkable.

"We're both exhausted," I said quietly, tentatively placing my hand on his shoulder. "It's been a long journey."

He captured my hand and pressed his lips to it. "I'll make it up to you. We'll get through this. I'll be better."

Later that night, lying beside him in our king-sized bed, I stared at the ceiling. James had fallen asleep quickly after his emotional breakdown, but sleep eluded me. My hand drifted again to my stomach, to the tiny life growing inside me.

"I'll protect you," I whispered into the darkness. "No matter what."

The next morning, I awoke to the smell of pancakes and the sound of James humming in the kitchen. When I walked in, he turned to me with a smile that didn't quite reach his eyes.

"Good morning, beautiful," he said, sliding a plate of blueberry pancakes, my favorite, across the marble countertop. "How are my two favorite people feeling today?"

I forced a smile, accepting the peace offering. "Hungry."

As I ate, James talked about plans for the day. A meeting with an interior designer for the nursery. A stop at the bookstore for parenting books. Lunch at the new bistro downtown.

"And I made an appointment with Dr. Harrison," he said casually, refilling my orange juice.

I paused mid-bite. "The therapist?"

James nodded. "For me. I think... I think I need to talk to someone about my stress management. About what happened yesterday."

Relief washed over me. This was the James I knew, responsible, caring, willing to work on himself.

"That's a good idea," I said, reaching across the table to squeeze his hand.

He squeezed back. "I love you more than life itself, Lily. You and our baby are everything to me."

For a moment, I allowed myself to believe that yesterday had been exactly what he claimed, a terrible mistake, never to be repeated.

But as I showered and dressed for the day, I caught sight of my reflection. A faint bruise was forming on my cheekbone, and with it came a whisper of doubt that I couldn't quite silence.

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