Pregnant and rejected by my alpha

Six

Third POV

Keiera's heart clenched with guilt as she remembered the moment she made the decision to leave. She hadn't been there when kyan's grandmother was wheeled into the hospital for surgery. The weight of her absence hung heavy in the air, a silent accusation against her choice to abandon her pack.

Yet, even in her absence, Keiera couldn't shake the overwhelming sense of responsibility she felt towards her unborn child. The thought of bringing a baby into a world where they would always come second, forever overshadowed by kyan's obsession with Andrea and their future heir, twisted her stomach into knots.

Sitting alone in the darkness of her room, Keiera grappled with the harsh reality of her situation. She had no one to turn to, no place to call home. But she couldn't bear the thought of her child growing up in a loveless environment, deprived of the affection they deserved.

With tears streaming down her cheeks, Keiera made a silent vow to her unborn child. She would do whatever it took to give them a chance at a better life, even if it meant facing the unknown alone.

Keiera's footsteps echoed softly as she made her way to the garden, her sanctuary amidst the chaos of her thoughts. Each step felt heavy with the weight of her decision, yet somehow, the familiar path to the garden offered a glimmer of solace.

As she entered the tranquil space, the scent of blooming flowers enveloped her like a warm embrace. Sunlight filtered through the branches overhead, casting dappled shadows across the lush greenery. It was here, amidst the vibrant tapestry of colors and scents, that Keiera had found solace countless times before.

With trembling hands, she reached out to touch the delicate petals of a rose, their velvety softness a stark contrast to the turmoil raging inside her. Memories of tending to the garden with her grandmother flooded her mind, each blossom a testament to their bond.

The garden was more than just a collection of flowers; it was a sanctuary, a place where Keiera could escape the harsh realities of the world outside. Here, amidst the beauty of nature, she found a sense of peace that eluded her elsewhere.

But today, even the garden couldn't soothe the ache in her heart or quiet the doubts that plagued her mind. As she gazed out at the sea of blooms, tears welled in her eyes, blurring the vibrant colors into a watery blur.

As the aroma of freshly cooked meals wafted through the air, the pack dining hall buzzed with activity. Maids bustled about, their hands laden with trays of mouthwatering dishes, each one more tempting than the last.

Alpha kyan and Andrea, the picture of grace and authority, took their seats at the head of the table, their presence commanding attention. But even as the feast awaited them, there was a shadow looming over the room, a silent reminder of the absent matriarch.

Before they could indulge in the lavish spread before them, Alpha kyan's gaze darkened with concern. With a subtle motion, he beckoned for a maid to fetch Luna Keiera, a troubled expression flickering across his features.

Alpha Kyan's words sliced through the air like a blade, each syllable dripping with thinly veiled contempt. "Go fetch Luna Keiera," he commanded, his voice tinged with disdain as he spoke of her supposed "eating habit." With a dismissive wave of his hand, he motioned for a maid to carry out his bidding, the authority in his demeanor leaving no room for argument.

Meanwhile, Andrea's facade of politeness masked a simmering cauldron of resentment and jealousy. As she listened to Kyan refer to Keiera as the "Luna," a surge of hatred bubbled up inside her, threatening to consume her from within. The title, once rightfully hers, now served as a bitter reminder of the betrayal she had endured.

In that moment, Andrea's smile grew strained, her eyes narrowing with malice. How dare she assume the role of Luna, when it was Andrea who had been by Kyan's side all along? The thought gnawed at her insides, fueling the flames of her animosity towards the woman who had dared to steal her place.

But outwardly, Andrea maintained her composure, nodding along as Kyan explained his reasoning behind summoning Keiera. Behind her mask of civility, however, lurked a storm of emotions, each one more volatile than the last. And as she glanced across the table at the object of her disdain, Andrea vowed silently to reclaim what was rightfully hers, no matter the cost.