THE SECOND CHANCE LUNA

Chapter four

Sarah's POV

“I will be heartless if I ask you to forgive me so I will not. All I want…is for you to know that I regret what I did. I hate myself for bringing you so much pain when you've done nothing but love and trust me. I'm really sorry, Lisa. I deserve whatever you choose to do to me. So please wake up. Hate me. Punish me. Do whatever you want to do to me for being a bad husband to you. Just please, wake up.”

My eyelids lifted slowly. I took in the sight of the unfamiliar gorgeous man sitting beside my bed.

He was looking down, and held my left hand to his face. I watched as he planted a kiss on the back of my hand before caressing it.

“Who are you?” My voice came out raspily.

He looked up at me.

His eyes lit with excitement. “Lisa,” He called, a corner of his lips curled up, “You are awake. Hold on.”

He punched quickly on his phone screen, and placed it over his ear while squeezing my hand gently in his.

“She's awake, doc.” His rich deep voice echoed in the room.

He dropped the phone on the table beside my bed, and planted another kiss on the back of my hand before squeezing it gently again.

“You woke up, Lisa. I was glad when doc called me to say you got out of coma. I got here as soon as I could. Do you feel pain anywhere?” I sensed the Spanish accent in his tone.

“Who are you?” I asked the second time.

He stiffened.

His eyes stared at me with unbelief, surprise and shock.

“You don't remember?” He mumbled.

I continued to gaze at him in silence.

He looked down briefly before looking up at me.

“I am Damon. Your mate and husband.”

“Damon?”

“Mm.” A warm smile played on his face as his fingers grazed my hair.

“Are we in the afterlife?”

His smile broadened. “No, Lisa. We are in Moonstalk Pack. I guess you must think you're in afterlife after being in coma for a long year.”

“So this isn't the afterlife?”

“Yes, sweetheart. This is no afterlife. The moon goddess brought you back to us.” He planted a kiss on my forehead, “Thank you for coming back to me, Lisa. I love you.”

My heart twitched hearing his last sentence.

Love? I scoffed silently, and looked away from the man who claimed to be Damon. That word love brought nothing but pain and regret to me.

My vision blurred from the tears that gathered around my eyes.

The memories of my soured relationship with my mate and best friend dominated my mind. Their betrayal cut deep into my heart causing a searing pain to slice through my heart.

“Argh!” I clutched my chest.

Damon leaned closer, his worried eyes studied me. “What is it?” His tone was laced with concern for me.

I continued to groan and wriggle as the pain threatened to rip me apart.

I heard the door open, and hasty footsteps followed.

“Doc, she's in pain.”

“Don't worry, Alpha. She will be fine.”

Moments later, the doctor and a nurse, holding a long notepad, stood in front of Damon.

“The pain she's feeling is in her heart. It's difficult for medicine to cure it since it was triggered emotionally. She will have to heal from it herself.”

Worry lines drew on Damon’s face as he looked at the doctor. Occasionally, he would turn to look at me, and I would look away in that instant.

The pain in my heart had reduced with time. The doctor couldn't find the source of my pain, and the pain killers they made me swallow didn't work because what I was feeling in my heart was beyond medicine and science.

I noticed the frightened look on the doctor's face. It spiked my curiosity.

“What is it, doc?” Damon asked, he'd also seen the look on the doctor's face.

Doc briefly glanced at me before looking at Damon, “I'm sorry, Alpha. Luna Lisa has developed amnesia.”

Huh? Amnesia?

That's not possible. I vividly remember Alec and Angela's betrayal.

What puzzled me was why I woke up here instead of the afterlife or something like that.

I died.

I was tricked and ate the poisoned food.

But why was I here and why were they calling me Lisa?

I looked down at my body, and pinched my skin. It stung. I was in flesh and blood. It was difficult believing I was alive. Yet I was. It was my reality. I didn't die from the poison.

How was this possible?

And suddenly, it struck me.

If I wasn't dead then…I looked quickly at the doctor.

“Doc,” I called and he turned to look at me. I placed my hand on my belly. “My pup…you didn't say anything about my pup. You see, I was pregnant before I…I don't know how I got here, but I want to know what's going on with my pup?”

The numb stare on the faces of the doctor and Damon scared me.

Fear filled my heart as the thought of my pup being dead hit me.

My heart raced.

“What is it?” My voice quivered.

Damon swallowed. His eyes red with regret and pity as he looked away.

“What is it, doctor?” I sat up as panic settled in me.

“There's no pup, Luna.”

My heart stopped.

I clutched my stomach as tears gathered around my eyes.

The doctor's next words froze me.

“I’m sorry, Luna. You had no womb before you fell into coma.”

I looked up at him. “What do you mean? I was pregnant befor—Hold on. Fell into coma? I didn't fall into coma. I was killed. I was poisoned to death a moment ago, which is why I'm surprised finding myself alive and in this place. How did I even get here?”

Damon and the doctor exchanged quick glances before Damon sat beside me on the bed.

“Lisa,” His voice was calm yet deep.

“Lisa?” I repeated, looking at his face. I wanted him to explain why they were calling me Lisa instead of Sarah. But he just nodded at me.

“Lisa, what you think you experienced was just your nightmare. You were in coma for a year. It's usual to have such terrible n—”

“Okay, that's enough! I need to leave this place. You guys are getting everything all wrong. First of all, I'm Sarah, but you keep referring to me as Lisa. Secondly, what I said wasn't a nightmare. That was what happened to me. The reason I'm here now. I need to find a way to go back to my pack. I need to make those bastards pay for betraying me!” I pushed the hospital sheets aside, bringing my legs down quickly to get out of bed.

Damon held my arm, stopping me from standing up. “What are you doing?”

“Standing up. I need to find my pack.”

Damon chuckled, he still held my arm. “What pack?”

I glared at him. “Bloodmoon pack. Now let me go, I don't have time for this.”

“This is your pack, Lisa. Moonstalk Pack. You were born and brought up here, we raised a family here, and had our daughter here. You are Lisa Barwell, my mate, Monalisa’s mother, and the Luna of Moonstalk Pack.”

I looked into Damon's blue eyes as the name Lisa rang a bell in my mind.

Lisa Barwell. I knew her. I read all of her published books. She was a she-wolf I looked up to. She was a living legend, the only she-wolf in existence with golden locs. The powerful Luna of the Moonstalkers.

I scoffed, looking at him in disbelief, “Are you kidding me? I might as well be Jane Austen.”

I shoved his hand away and stood up, my vision swirled, and made me fall back to the bed.

“Take it easy, Lisa. You—”

“Just stop it with the Lisa name. I’m Sarah Keraman, a native of bloodmoon pack, Eastern California, Cravian City to be precise. That's who I am!” I snapped.

Damon sighed, “What do you have to say about this?”

He brought his phone to my view and I rolled my eyes in my head, wondering why he wasn't giving up. I looked at the screen reluctantly. It was a photo of him, Lisa and their daughter.

“Doc, can I get a mirror?” He asked the doctor, who had been standing, looking at me quietly.

“Sure.” The doctor left, and returned a few minutes later with a mirror. During those minutes, Damon and I argued about me being Lisa. I tried to tell him I wasn't Lisa but he wouldn't bulge. He was adamant.

I snatched the mirror from the doctor. I was ready to prove Damon wrong and just when I looked at it.

I froze.

“No, no, no, this isn't happening.” I mused as I touched my face in unbelief.

“Do you believe me now?” Damon asked, standing up, and shoving his hands into his pant pockets.

I squeezed my eyes shut and opened them the next second, thinking everything must have changed. I was disappointed. Nothing changed.

The golden locs packed in a bun was still there, caramel skin, big brown eyes with long lashes, a jaw shaped like the mouth of a pencil, small, soft, plump nude-colored lips. All I could see was a reflection of a woman I once admired and so badly wanted to become.

Unbelief. Confusion. Fear. They twisted in me.

How did I end up in the body of Lisa Barwell?