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Moe’s POV
“Pregnant with your child?”
The words came out thin and cracked, like glass splintering under pressure.
For a second, I honestly thought I might pass out.
The room tilted. My pulse roared in my ears. My son whimpered against my chest, his tiny fingers bunching in my shirt while I stared at Damien like he’d suddenly grown another face.
Out of all the women in the world.
Laura.
His dead cousin’s wife. His Beta’s widow.
I laughed once, soft and shaky, because apparently my brain had chosen psychological collapse as today’s coping mechanism.
“Wow,” I whispered. “You really went for the full family betrayal package, huh?”
Laura gasped quietly like I’d insulted the Moon Goddess herself.
Damien didn’t even blink. “Are you insane, Moe?”
Oh, there he was.
That cold, arrogant voice that could freeze an entire room in seconds.
I tightened my hold on my baby and looked at Damien properly. Really looked at him.
Tall. Beautiful. Merciless.
The kind of man romance novels lied about.
Because nobody ever warned women what happened after the powerful Alpha chose you and then slowly turned loving you into a punishment.
“How?” I asked again, quieter this time. “How could you do this to me?”
Damien shrugged like we were discussing weather forecasts instead of detonating my marriage.
“Laura needed someone,” he said casually. “I handled it.”
I blinked at him in shock at the shameless words that poured from his mouth.
Handled it?
“Oh, amazing.” My voice sharpened instantly. “That’s comforting. Did you also ‘handle it’ in our bed, or did you at least have the decency to destroy our marriage somewhere else?”
Laura’s face pinched with fake hurt.
Damien’s eyes flashed gold. “Moe.”
“No, seriously,” I said, laughing again because I was dangerously close to losing my mind. “You got your dead cousin’s wife pregnant and somehow I’m still the problem in this room. That’s honestly impressive, isn't it?”
The baby started crying harder.
My body reacted automatically before my brain could. I bounced him gently against my shoulder, kissing his hair while my entire world burned down around me.
Mom mode didn’t care about emotional devastation right now.
Mom mode would still brace up for more.
Damien watched me for a long moment before speaking.
“Aren’t you stupidly being dramatic.”
I stared at him in disbelief.
“Dramatic? Really?” I repeated. “Damien, you knocked up your cousin’s widow like you were trying to win Worst Husband of the Year.”
Laura sniffled softly behind him.
God, she was exhausting.
“You shouldn’t talk to Alpha Damien like this,” she whispered.
I turned slowly toward her.
“And you shouldn’t sleep with married men, but look at us both making questionable choices.”
Her mouth fell open. For the first time all morning, satisfaction flickered through me.
Tiny. Petty. Beautiful satisfaction.
Damien’s jaw tightened. “You forget your place too often lately I see.”
“And you forget you married a person, not a hostage and definitely not a stick.”
The room went still. Even my wolf curled nervously inside me.
Damien took one step closer, then another.
The air changed with him. Heavy Alpha dominance rolled off his body in suffocating waves, pressing against my skin hard enough to make breathing difficult.
Most wolves submitted instinctively under pressure like this.
Mine wanted to bite him.
Unfortunately, my survival instincts were stronger than my self-respect.
“You should’ve never married me then,” I whispered.
Something cold flickered across his face.
“That,” he said quietly, “is the Moon Goddess’s mistake. Not mine.”
The words landed harder than the slap earlier.
I physically felt them. Like something sharp sliding between my ribs.
He looked at me over slowly then from head to toe, and I suddenly became painfully aware of everything.
The milk stains on my shirt. The dark circles under my eyes. The stretch marks still fading across my stomach. The loose strands of hair falling from my messy bun.
God.
I used to be beautiful.
Now I looked like exhaustion wearing sweatpants.
Damien’s lip curled slightly.
“Look at yourself, Moe.” His voice dropped lower. Meaner. “You smell like spoiled milk and stress. You barely sleep. You barely eat. Half the time you look like you’re about to collapse standing up.”
Each word sliced deeper.
“And somehow,” he continued softly, “you still expect me to want you?”
I stopped breathing for a second.
Not because it wasn’t cruel. Because part of me already knew it was true.
That was the worst thing about emotional abuse.
Eventually the monster starts sounding like your own thoughts.
My eyes burned instantly, but I refused to cry in front of Laura.
Absolutely not. She would enjoy it too much.
So I swallowed the pain hard enough to choke on it and lifted my chin anyway.
“Then reject me.”
The words shocked all three of us.
Even me.
Silence crashed through the room.
Damien’s expression changed for the first time all morning..
Slowly, he crouched in front of me until we were eye level.
I hated that he still smelled good and I noticed. Like heartbreak in expensive cologne.
“I’ve thought about it a lot.” he admitted quietly.
And my chest tightened.
I felt every beat of it like a bruise. “But you won’t do it,” I said
His thumb brushed my jaw almost gently.
It made my stomach turn.
“Why?” I asked bitterly. “Because rejecting me would weaken your Alpha strength?”
A smile touched his mouth. Cruel. Beautiful. Terrifying.
“No,” he said softly. Then his eyes locked on mine.
“I won’t reject you because I want you to suffer.”
My breath caught.
“You’re mine, Moe.” His voice dropped lower. “And every day you stay here, you’ll remember it.”
I broke silently.
Tears slipped down my cheeks while my baby cried against my shoulder and the man I loved looked at me like breaking me was the sweetest thing in the world.
Damien stood smoothly like he hadn’t just ripped my heart out with his bare hands.
“Come upstairs, Laura.”
My stomach dropped instantly.
No.
Absolutely not. Not my bedroom. Not our room.
The room where he once held me against his chest and promised I was safe.
Something hot and furious finally sparked through the grief inside me.
I stepped directly in front of Laura before she could move.
“You’re not going in there.”
Her eyes widened with fake innocence. “Moe—”
“No.” I pointed toward the door. “Find another bedroom to ruin lives in.”
Laura’s expression trembled dramatically.
Then suddenly she gasped and grabbed her stomach.
“Ah—”
I froze.
Seriously?
“Weak move,” I muttered to her.
She stumbled backward anyway, clutching her stomach like she’d been mortally wounded. “Alpha Damien… your wife pushed me…”
“No, you're lying—”
A brutal grip suddenly locked around my wrist.
My son slipped from my arms again. The terror that ripped through me was instant and primal.
“No!”
He hit the floor with a cry that shattered something inside me.
I dropped toward him immediately—
SMACK.
Damien’s hand cracked across my face so hard my head slammed into the wall.
Pain exploded behind my eyes.
For one horrible second, all I saw were flashing white sparks and then warmth slid down my temple.
BLOOD.
My knees buckled.
Somewhere nearby, my baby screamed.
“Milo—” I choked out desperately, crawling blindly toward my baby.
Damien grabbed my arm before I could reach my son.
“For someone so weak,” he said coldly, “you really do enjoy testing me.”
I could barely hear him over the panic flooding my body.
My baby.
My baby.
I finally reached Milo and pulled him into my chest with shaking arms, checking frantically for injuries while blood dripped down the side of my face.
He was crying so hard he could barely breathe.
“I’m here,” I sobbed. “Mama’s here—”
“For attacking Laura again,” Damien said flatly behind me, “you’ll be punished.”
Fear crawled down my spine instantly as the bedroom doors suddenly burst open.
Pack warriors flooded inside.
I tightened my grip on Milo immediately, panic exploding through me as two guards started toward us.
“No!” I screamed, backing away. “Don’t touch him!”
“Moe—” one of them started.
But just then— Another guard came crashing into the room out of breath.
“Alpha!”
Everyone turned.
The warrior looked pale and shaken and terrified.
And then he said the one thing that made Damien’s entire expression change.
“Your father just returned to the packhouse."
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