Reborn The Legend Luna Awakening Complete Short Drama

While I Was Bleeding Out, He Lit Lanterns For Her

Katie Oettgen

As I lay on the floor of our manor, bleeding out from a ruptured ectopic pregnancy, I used my last ounce of strength to call my husband, Cole. I begged him for help, my vision blurring. But the only thing I heard was the clinking of champagne glasses and his mistress's giggle in the background. "Stop the drama, June," Cole snapped, his voice cold. "We're about to go on stage. Don't call again." He hung up, leaving me to die alone on the Persian rug while he accepted an award with another woman on his arm. I woke up in the hospital days later. My baby was gone. They had removed my fallopian tube. Cole finally arrived, smelling of expensive scotch and his mistress's perfume. He didn't hug me. He didn't cry. Instead, he leaned over my hospital bed, pressing his knee into the mattress until my fresh stitches tore open and bled. "You embarrassed me by calling an ambulance," he hissed. "My mistress, Alycia, says you're faking it. Clean yourself up." He left me bleeding again to go announce a $10 million donation to Alycia's "groundbreaking" medical research. I stared at the TV screen, numb. The research Alycia was taking credit for? It was mine. I wrote that patent years ago under a pseudonym. They thought I was just a poor, orphan housewife who needed Cole's money to survive. They had no idea I was actually a billionaire scientist hiding my identity. I pulled the IV needle out of my arm. A drop of blood fell onto the divorce papers I had been hiding. I didn't wipe it off. I signed my name right over it. Then I walked into the bank, reactivated my dormant account with $128 million, and bought the penthouse directly overlooking Cole's house. The mourning widow is dead. The avenger is born.

Romance Crime Revenge Pregnancy Enemies to Lovers Pregnancy Personal Growth

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Ember walked into a beautiful moonlit night, her heart racing with anticipation. Tonight was the night of the full moon, and the Blackwood pack would gather to celebrate.

"Tonight's the night," she whispered to herself.

Ember's senses tingled; they were on high alert. She hid behind trees because she was looked upon as an outcast in the pack. Her wolf hadn't taken place yet.

She watched as everyone shifted into their wolf form. She smelled the scent of pine and wildflowers, which filled her nostrils; she could hear the sound of howling voices echoing through the trees. The pounding of their paws could be heard; she loved this night and wished she knew how it felt to be one of them.

When they all gathered to run and hunt under the moonlight, Ember caught sight of a special someone in the crowd: Asher Blackwood, the pack's alpha. His broad shoulders and chiselled features made her heart skip a beat, but his scent was different.

Asher caught sight of her; their eyes locked.

"MATE!" they exclaimed in unison.

For almost a year, Ember had secretly crushed on Asher; she admired him from afar. Tonight, she couldn't deny the attraction she felt any longer.

Asher's wolf form was glorious: his fur shimmering black coat seemed to glow in the moonlight. It was as if his wolf instincts noticed her and responded by wagging his tail.

Ember tried to make herself invisible by hiding in the forest shrubs, but she wasn't quick enough; Asher caught up with her.

Asher transformed into his human form and spoke to her.

"Lady, why are you hiding behind the bushes?"

"Uhmm, it's none of your business, but if you must know, there's this handsome werewolf I'm hiding from."

"Oh, really? Who is he, if I may ask?"

"The alpha of the Blackwood pack, Prince Asher. He noticed me, and I got shy; even though I can't explain why I'm hiding from him."

Ember turned to face the stranger she was talking to and got the greatest shock of her life.

"Wait, why am I even telling you?"

Ember turned around to face the stranger she was talking to and got the greatest shock of her life. She was about to run, but he grabbed her and pinned her to the tree.

"Your Ember, right?"

"Yes, my Prince."

"He knows my name, but how?"

"Who doesn't know Ember, the only beautiful young lady who hasn't transformed yet?"

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