Chapter 2
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“This is honeygrass decoction. Good for the womb and pregnancy. Drink it, you'll feel better.”
Alpha Adrian placed the bowl in front of me, his voice soft. He even stirred it gently, like a caring husband.
I held the bowl, forcing a smile. “You prepare this every day. Aren’t you tired?”
He paused for a moment, then offered his usual smile. “You’re my Luna. I’ll do anything for you.”
I lowered my head and took a few sips. The taste was a bitter mix of herbs and sweetness.
“I’ll be late tonight. Meeting the elders at the border.” He stood up. “Stay here. Don’t wander.”
“Where else could I go?” I said under my breath.
He didn’t respond—just gave me a lingering look before leaving.
The door shut. I set the bowl aside.
This was my seventh pregnancy.
Since marrying into the Nightfog pack, every pregnancy had ended in tragedy. At first, I blamed my body. Then the moon’s phases. By the third time, I started doubting everything.
Now, I didn’t even dare to hope.
The pain came in the afternoon.
It started sharp, twisting deep inside, spreading like fire. I could barely breathe, soaked in cold sweat.
I hit the comm-stone weakly. “Call Dr. Ryan! Now!”
Ryan rushed in minutes later.
“Don’t panic, don’t panic. Just lie back and relax,” he said, helping me down gently.
After checking my pulse, he frowned. “Same issue. Weak constitution. You need strict bed rest.”
I stared at him. “I don’t believe you.”
He froze.
“You’ve said the same thing every time. But every time, I lose the pup. Is it really my body… or is it the medicine?”
His expression twitched, but he kept smiling. “You're overthinking. You should trust your Alpha.”
I laughed coldly. “Should I?”
I struggled to stand and dragged over a small bottle from the waste bin. I threw it at his feet.
“Then tell me what this is.”
His face changed instantly.
The label read: Concentrated Abortifacient—Wolfflower Extract.
“Explain,” I said through clenched teeth.
Before he could, the door swung open.
Alpha Adrian.
“What’s going on here?” His voice was ice.
Ryan jumped up like a guilty child. “Alpha, she accused me of tampering with her medicine! She’s holding up trash as ‘evidence’!”
Alpha Adrian’s gaze landed on the bottle, then on my pale face.
“You’re accusing me?” he said slowly.
“I just want to know why none of my children survived.”
Silence fell.
Then suddenly, Alpha Adrian stepped forward and grabbed me by the throat, slamming me against the wall.
“You think you can question me? In my Pack?”
His voice was soft, but every word sliced like a dagger.
I gasped for air, my nails digging into his wrist.
“If you want to live… keep being my Luna.”
He let go. I collapsed, coughing, my throat burning.
He turned to Ryan. “Keep monitoring her. Anything suspicious—report it immediately.”
That night, I pretended to sleep. My body was frozen stiff.
The comm-stone buzzed quietly. Alpha Adrian’s voice came through.
“How is she?”
A man replied, “Stable, for now. But the cord blood extraction has to wait until the fetus is more developed.”
Alpha Adrian sighed. “Omega Shirley’s leukemia... we don’t have time.”
“So you’re going to make her get pregnant again?”
“It has to be her child. No other blood will work.”
I stayed still. My tears soaked the pillow.
Early the next morning, I went to the kitchen.
The Beta housekeeper flinched when she saw me. “Luna? You—why are you here?”
“Yesterday’s tonic. Who made it?”
She panicked. “D-Dr. Ryan arranged it. We just followed instructions.”
“And the herbs?”
“Alpha Alpha Adrian gave them directly.”
I nodded and walked away.
Back in my room, Omega Shirley was sitting on my bed.
I froze. “How did you get in here?”
She turned slowly, her smile cold. “Alpha Adrian brought me. He said you needed company.”
“You know I’m pregnant,” I said.
She nodded. “Thank you, Luna Ivy. I really needed this opportunity.”
“You’re not afraid I’ll die?”
Her smile deepened. “He promised. One more miscarriage, and the cord blood will be enough.”
She leaned closer. “You’re such a good person. That’s why I trust you.”
After she left, I sat on the edge of the bed and placed my hand over my flat belly.
“I’m sorry… pup…”
I whispered again and again, voice hoarse.
That night, Alpha Adrian sat beside me, thinking I was asleep. His hand rested lightly on my belly.
“This time… it has to work,” he murmured.
I didn’t move.
When he left, I opened my eyes, staring at the ceiling.
I knew everything now. And yet, I couldn’t resist. Couldn’t escape.
I picked up my comm-stone and searched: “Repeated miscarriages consequences.”
First result:
“Permanent infertility. Uterine rupture risk.”
I slowly touched my abdomen.
It felt like a grave—emptied, hollowed out by betrayal.
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