He Chose His Mistress: The Pregnant Luna's Escape
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c and the rhythmic beep of a monitor. I w
ooked down to find my left a
ke," a soft
ith a gentle demeanor that put everyone at ease. She h
my throat dry as sandp
ed tears. "The pup is fine, Luna. A strong heartbeat. The amniotic fluid protec
know I was holding. Tears of
a Michael... he came in while you were unconscious
sbelief coloring my tone.
curling in rare distaste. "He demanded the best healers attend
eper, severing the l
g the flare of pain in my arm. "Mara. I need y
hing,
e trembling but firm. "I need you to write that the
nd flying to her mo
lawing at my chest. "He plans to reject me and steal my child for her. I won't let
ed slowly, a steely resolve settling in her eyes. "I und
bit down on a leather strap, screaming silently as she peeled away the dead skin. The pain was
ael walked in. He looked disheveled,
nd, but I pulled it under the sheet before he could make con
d of emotion, hollowed out by the agon
e edge of the bed. "It happened so fas
mattered to you
. "Don't be like that. Serena is a guest. S
ting the word on my tongue
sharp and untrimmed, dug into his palm, drawing a bead of blood.
e said after a minute of awkward
g my head away. "Don
l
s the hospital wing fell quie
al voice was frantic. *A
er mental voice dripping with affectatio
. I'm hol
ring her room down the hall.
ghed. *You saved me.
. *I was so scared. When that soup fell...
baby?*
e can make another one. A better one. With you.
red. *But... I need
over my flat stomach where
r," he h
forced myself to stand. I walked to the window. The
red to the glass, my reflection looking back at m
g the thick, golden cord that connected me to Michael
pair of heavy
n
ired the ritual. But I walled it off. I built a
silent. The st
ime in years. And in that silence, I h
king up. And she was