Miracle
I woke up in the middle of the night, a searing pain gripping my stomach. It felt as though thin, thorny needles were pricking every inch of my flesh. The agony was unbearable. Glancing to my side, the right half of the bed lay empty—Theron was gone.
Clutching my stomach, I struggled to walk outside, my thoughts fixated on my baby. Despite trying not to dwell on negative thoughts or fear the worst, worry crept in naturally.
"Luna Hope, are you okay?" Riva's concerned voice reached me.
Past midnight, nearing dawn, only a few omegas were awake, Riva being one of them. Luckily. She rushed over to me, helping to balance my weight as I shook my head, signaling that I wasn't okay. It felt as though I was dying. The pain... it mirrored the agony I felt during my miscarriage. Damn it.
