When The Moon Forgot Me

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ng I've ever known him to love is parties. So since the moment he became the Alpha of ou

ng with Seraphina, the woman he was in our matrimonial bed with on the day

gment digging deeper into the raw agony I felt. The scent of homey meals wafted through the air, almost suffocating, and I could hear the laughter of children echoing fro

hen I had told him about my pregnancy, the way his expression had twisted into something dark and resentful when I had dared to mention the

and staircase railing, a smirk etched onto his features like a permanent tattoo. "I thought you'd be too busy to slu

me, and I swallowed hard to k

the fragile semblance of strength I had left. I had barely managed to escape this toxic realm for a night, the sa

des curled at the dishonesty spiraling from my lips. It was more tha

cause you seem to forget quite often." The laughter that erupted from the other pack members was a howling wind th

t moment amplifying my growing sense of despair. I gripped t

in me-a sensation that should have felt safe and joyous. Instead, it was a bitter reminder that I was tied to Damon's cruelty. The morning sickness had st

none

tumbled out into the pack house, desperate, before slinking back into my room, where ugly memories lurked in the corne

s piercing gaze holding me captive. "If you think you can earn sympathy, honey, y

I really that worthless? Was I a burden, not just to him but to myself? I wanted to scream, to run, to find solace in the arms of a better alpha-but the guilt tethered

n, hoping he would glimpse t

think I care about your whining? You think I'll

ss I could never show him, or-god forbid-anyone else. So, I swa

nothing you complain about

oached. "Rhys, isn't it?" The young wolf shifted nervously under Damon's direct stare. "Help Elara

, feeling every stare. Rhys shuffled beside me, casting glances at Damon as if he awaited permission before he

on called from behind. "People are

m back. I was spiraling, a tempest in a facade of calm. I marched up the stairs, each step

one moment I wished could be rewri

come shackles. The silence seeped into my skin, turning into despair. It left me questioning whether anyone coul