MARLA’S P.O.V.
I didn’t move from the floor for a long time.
The stone was cold beneath my skin, but it was still warmer than Liam’s rejection.
I had screamed into my pillow last night. I had cried until my throat burned and my eyes were swollen. I was his Luna in name—nothing more. A Queen with no crown, no respect, no place. And no heir. Not yet.
That part stung the most.
It had been days since I slept with Zach, and still… nothing. No signs. No symptoms. No spark of hope. I was counting the hours, obsessively checking for even the faintest twinge. But the waiting was unbearable. Two weeks, they’d said. But to me, it felt like years.
I wiped my face with the back of my hand and forced myself to stand.
Fine. Liam didn’t want me. But I wasn’t going to let some ghost from his past wa
