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Chapter One
Taya's POV
"Moon goddess, help me." I whispered, my voice strained in between gasping for air. My mind was getting foggy from all the pain and my heart thumped and twitched uncontrollably. I bit my lip, holding back a scream that threatened to escape my throat as the throbbing pain in my chest persisted.
I held on to my chest and crawled slowly out of bed. I was drenched in my own sweat from trying to cover the distance between my bed and the window. Every step felt like a marathon.
"Nel...Jacob." I cried out, my voice desperate and pleading. "Please.."
Where was he when I needed him the most? He was out again, with the rest of his friends, partying, or attending to pack business like he claims.
I stumbled, my legs trembling as I made my way to the window. It was a full moon, a bittersweet reminder of the night I bonded with Nel. I leaned against the windowsill and sighed in relief, tears dripping down my eyes in torrents as I absorbed the moonlight. It was the only thing that could temporarily alleviate this curse from me.
Ever since my marriage to my mate and Alpha Jacob, this pain had been a companion. It started on the night after the consummation of my wedding with Jacob. It was abrupt, a sharp stabbing pain that tore through my very being.
Jacob had rushed in minutes after the pain had subsided, tears in his eyes, apologizing profusely. But he never explained what was happening to me, or why. All I knew was that his presence seemed to calm the pain, and the moonlight was my only solace when he was away.
As the minutes passed by, the pain slowly subsided leaving behind a deep sadness.
I had always been addressed a weak, and I had learned to cope with this feeling of inadequacy, but I held to the believe that when I met my partner, everything would be alright.
I would spend hours dreaming about how infatuated we would be and how many puppies we would have. I had always wondered what it would be like to actually meet my partner. However, the truth appeared to be different; my relationship with Jacob only seemed to be getting weaker every day.
I remembered our first night together like it was yesterday. It was filled with love and passion as he marked me, his teeth sinking into my skin. It was the one time he looked at me as though I was his. Now, he barely looked at me or simply treated me like a stranger.
With tears dropping down the corner of my eyes, I cried till I slept, alone in that darkness.
I woke up to the sound of Jacob footsteps, his presence was a contrast to the emptiness I experienced last night. I then arose from the bed, and walk to the dinning room where he was already sitting with a cup full of coffee in his hand.
He spared me a passive glance before returning to piercing a piece of bacon with a fork and bringing it to his lips.
"Good morning." I greeted, my voice hoarse from all the crying last night.
"Morning." He merely responded. I waited, expecting him to ask how I managed through the night or if I had slept well. But he kept on munching on his food, leaving me standing there awkwardly.
I walked off silently, to clean up. I came downstairs excited that he had returned, forgetting to do my morning routine.
When I returned downstairs, a breakfast table was set with a spread of pastries, eggs, and bacon.
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