The Alpha's Runaway Luna

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e was

tight as I tried hard not to sob. I could feel my throat swelling. My heart was racing. How could such a wonderfu

she made sure to hide deep within me so as

lood stain on the bedsheet, making me shudder in pain. Not just physically. I thought my heart was already numb from all the heartbreaks I s

ad. I had already exhausted all possibilities, leaving on

gh. I will never

nd acted like gasoline that pumped throughout my veins, urging me to go out of bed and snatch all my clothes from the floor. In his room, I was totally alone. He left me

there were bruises visible on my arms and the right side of my neck. Last night was wild and intoxicating. Blissful and thr

voice when he whimpered my name. His touch made me feel so delicate and weak. I felt like I was melting butter under his flawlessly sculpted

my eyes

t. But it was aggravating that I was not exempted from

hed the mirror with all my strength, only to channel the pain away

ght of the world fal

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over the phone. I met her two years ago at an art viewing in one of the city's museums. She had been insisting on taking me out of the house since last wee

paintings

all den and breathe some fresh air, for goddess' sake! I am scared yo

from the pack and home. "Tomorrow. I swear. I am feeling great today, so I will pour all this positive energy into my work and finish it before the

gagged at the taste. Madelyn heard me and then went into

er. The coffee was fine. I just couldn't understand why my stomach didn't w

e small wooden dining table. I went straight to the toilet and opened the medic

heart crawled u

ket. I looked at myself in the mirror and moved sideways, focusing my eyes on my tummy.

uldn'

ttered in a shaky voice, my eyes full of dread as I looked at my fac

ng about throwing it in the trash. But then, with shudd

was fast, beating wildly against my chest, and I could hear it inside my ear as it throbbed. Softly at firs

ba dum

tched how the red line on the test kit appeared. I held my breath for as long as I

it

e pregnancy kit on the other side of the tiled wall. "

. No.

the toilet bowl while cold sweat beaded my forehead. I was so confused. I couldn'

rmer pack. I had no one to help me now but my best friend Madelyn, who I was su

ike a ghost after he took my virginity t