When The Moon Forgot Me

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od before the full-length mirror, my reflection a stranger staring back with haunted eyes. The gentle curve of my four-month-pregnan

I faced him. Damon, my husband- my Alpha- stood by the door, his tall frame radiating an effortless power that always made him the center of any room. His midnight-black h

oice, a practiced calm. "I w

things, Elara. There are more important matters at hand. Tonight is crucial. My family is

ch other husband and wife. I'd been a member of his pack for so long that I could remember running around the

a smile, but not a wide one. Don't speak until spoken to. Don't draw attention to yourself. Try not to lo

quite feel the beauty. I knew the drill by heart. I was supposed to be seen and not heard, an ornamental piece in his life, fulf

e. We can't be late. And Elara..." He paused at the doorway, his eyes narr

rd, pushing back the wave of nausea that threatened to engulf me. Was this what love

, my footsteps light as a falling f

n had veered off to the left, and I had assumed he'd gone to wait for me by the front door. I had starte

ed closer. His voice, a husky drawl that was usually aime

hing that wasn't in the tone he uses when speaking with me. "She's only good for producing an heir – if

e interrupted by the sounds of kissing and heavy breathing. It only confirmed what I alr

to be used and discarded. Each word was a blow, each syllable a stab to my already wounded heart. I pressed a hand to my belly,

ng a vivid picture that seared itself onto my brain. Tears stung my eyes, blurring the already distorted wor

tiously. Damon stepped out of the restroom, his expression smug. His hair was slightly dishevelled and his lips looked swollen. He adjusted his shi

. What was I expecting? I carry his mark and he can sense my presence

caught. And in that moment, standing behind the cold, unyie