Reclaiming The Rejected Luna's Heart

r. "I'm pregnant with your child." The silence stretched on for a minute more, before, "Lies!" erupted the Queen. "Don't believe her, George! This is another one of her lies to

ct Luna and bear him healthy pups - something a wolfless thing like me would find impossible to do. George had refused because he believed that our love was stronger than their pettiness, so we had gotten married, amidst grumbling and ill will. But even after the marriage, they had continued, pointing fingers at me, blaming me of things I didn't do, but George never believed them. Until now. I looked up, jolted from my reverie when I heard Queen Rosina welcome the royal doctor. "The doctor is here now, you wench. It's time to prove you wrong and put an end to your lies." "Please, come with me, Luna. I'll need to the your blood and urine samples," said the doctor. Tearily, I went with him and soon came back. Entering into the living room seemed like entering into an enemy's battleground. Hostile faces that wanted an end to me. Even my husband's. We all waited with bated breathe for the doctor to come back out. When he did, I swallowed, my palms wet and clammy. "Well," demanded Queen Rosina harshly. "What's your verdict, Doctor? Is she pregnant or not?" The doctor bowed his head with a little shake of his head, something like regret etched unto his face. "Sorry to say this, your majesty. The Luna is not pregnant." My heart jumped in my chest. "A-are you sure?" "I knew it," hissed the queen, cutting in before the doctor could get in a reply. "What do you mean is he sure?! Of course, he's sure. You're nothing but a cheap, lying pathetic whore. I rue the day George got married to you. I knew you were a bad person ever since I heard you came of age an didn't get your wolf. He would have been better getting married to a human!" Brittany also spoke. " Why did you have to go this length, Wendy? You'll do anything to keep up your lies and facade, won't you?" I shook my head, not allowing myself to believe to the doctor's words. They couldn't be true; he couldn't be serious. "No, no, that's not true. This is not true,George. I'm pregnant with your child," This was a nightmare - a nightmare threatening to engulf me and swallow me whole. I turned to my husband, quivering, "Goerge, please. You have to believe me. I'm pregnant." His face was stone cold, his eyes hardened against me as he said, "So what happened to the child? Did it