A Pregnant Luna's Second Chance Mate

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It’s been three days since I woke up.

No matter how hard I tried, I just ended up feeling frustrated and depressed whenever I forced myself to remember anything that happened in my past. No memories—just awful dreams about that one night portraying that I was under a heavy rain, feeling empty and devastated.

But feeling devastated about what?

“Marian told me you still keep having the headaches,” Simon uttered after he made a small sip of his cup of coffee, “Are you pushing yourself too hard again, Astrid?”

I didn’t know what to answer. I always saw Simon as a cold, arrogant man, and even though he kept on saying that he was my husband, I couldn’t feel that in my heart. Yes, the bond was there. We have a connection that I couldn’t fathom but it felt as if I had never known him my entire life. Like he was a stranger to me.

And just like other normal days, we always spend our afternoon together in the vast garden of his mansion, admiring the flowers and the soft breeze in the middle of spring. I didn’t know why I was suspicious of him, but I could also feel he was being aloof with me. Like he was feeling uneasy whenever I was around.

Goddess, he couldn’t even look at me!

“You never have to worry about anything, Astrid. You are safe here,” Simon continued and this time, his eyes met mine with such intensity that made me nervous.

“Safe from what, Simon? Is there something you are not telling me?” I asked him with a blank expression on my face. I never want him to think that I was intimidated by his presence and that I have been suspicious of him since I woke up in this place.

And who the f*ck are you? Really? I wanted to utter it as well but decided it was best if I played along with his game while I still had no idea about what really happened to me. My instinct told me I couldn’t trust him. And yet my wolf told me that he was my mate and there was no way that this man could hurt me, even if he was a vile person.

His stoic, cold eyes gazed at me as if he tried to read my thoughts but I never gave him the chance to intimidate me with his god-like gorgeous looks. How could I believe a man like him would take an average lady like me as his Luna?!

It’s one of the reasons why I wanted to have my memories back so desperately. I wanted to know our story. I wanted to know what kind of relationship we had before I lost everything in that accident.

Who would believe that we were a couple when both of us were sitting in the middle of this beautiful garden like cold, stiff statues?! Even the maids who took care of me were silent and wouldn’t say anything about me whenever I asked them. It was strange and unconvincing and I couldn’t stand it.

To my surprise, Simon held my hand and planted a feathery kiss on them. All the dark thoughts inside my head suddenly vanished as I stared at him in complete astonishment.

When our eyes met, his usual cold look changed into a passionate stare that made my heart almost skip a beat. Why did it feel as if it was the very first time he looked at me like that? If I had known and loved him so much that I married him just as he told me, why did it feel as if everything he did was like the first time to me?

“You worry so much, my lovely Luna,” he murmured in his low, seductive tone, which made my throat dry and my chest heave nervously. “That accident scared the hell out of me and I promised myself I would never let you out of my sight again. I am in deep sorrow that you are experiencing so many struggles because of what happened but I tell you... I am always here watching you and making sure you will never experience such a horrible experience again.”

I stared back at him, adoring those sharp, sultry eyes but I felt danger in them. It felt wrong and so good at the same time to hear those words from him but could I really trust him when he was being so evasive whenever I tried to have a conversation with him about our past?

Why doesn't he tell me?

“I need to know who I am, Simon. I don’t know why I feel like a stranger in this place. Like I had never been here before—but if you tell me, then maybe I shouldn’t have to torture myself by trying too hard to remember everything!” I said desperately to him. I never wanted to sound like that but I failed to suppress the real emotions I had been hiding.

My heart sank when his grip loosened on my hand.

And just as I expected, he turned back to his aloof self and I felt like someone just poured ice-cold water on me.

Why were you so restrained, Simon? What was it that you were hiding?!

At night, he just comes into our bedroom after his border patrol, which he shouldn’t be doing. It only gave me more reason to think that he was trying to avoid me as much as he could and that pained me a little. I was his wife, right? Was he already like this to me before? Was the nightmare that always visits me in my sleep caused by him?

Did I do something that made him so cold like this?!

I already had enough.

That night, I pretended I was asleep when Simon entered the room, half-naked and just done with his shower. Goddess! He smelled divine! I felt like my body got so hot from just smelling the scent of soap on his skin.

And his body... Who wouldn’t dream of being in bed with a man like him?! A man with a body that looked as if sculptured by a god in perfection?! Those six-pack abs, strong, broad shoulders, and muscled arms?

I had to be brave. You had to be brave, Astrid!

I made a perfect time of rolling on top of him as soon as he lay on the side of his bed with a speed that even he didn’t anticipate. With all the strength I could muster, I pinned him on the bed with my hand on his broad chest.

With a knife pointed at his throat, I hissed at him, “I need to know the truth, Simon. I can feel you are hiding things from me. Tell me! Why am I in this place?

But to my shock, his hand was faster than I thought. He flicked the knife out of my hand and in a matter of seconds, I found myself rolling down until I was the one underneath him with both of his hands on my wrists. My eyes widened with dread when he leaned his face so close to me that his lips touched my ear.

“Stop fighting me, Astrid. You know you can never win.” Simon whispered in his low, husky voice as he brushed his lips down my neck, making me breathless, “D*mn it, you have no idea how much self-control I needed not to get seduced by your charm.”

“What do you mean–”

“I want you tonight, Astrid. And I will make sure you will never forget me your entire life.” he purred into my ears.