The false luna
970 Words
Aria POV
Ever since the rumor of Selene’s pregnancy started, I haven’t been myself.
My skin is pale, my body weak, my stomach rolls every morning like waves crashing inside me. Sometimes I throw up until my throat burns. Other times I just sit there breathing, dizzy, praying my legs don’t give out.
I sleep too much.
I feel tired even after waking up.
Every small thing drains me.
I don’t know what is wrong with me.
Maybe stress.
Maybe heartbreak.
Maybe fate playing another cruel joke.
Today, I just want to lie in bed and disappear into the sheets.
But tomorrow I turn twenty-five, and for once, I don’t want sadness to win.
I want to celebrate myself.
I want to breathe without pain for at least one day.
I fought too much in this life to let it all break me now.
I told myself I would go to the hospital to run tests… but not today.
Not when tomorrow is supposed to be special.
Not when I finally want to smile again.
I never celebrated my birthday since my mum died. My birthdays always felt dark and silent… but this one? I need it. I deserve it.
I saw a photoshoot idea on i********:, all-black outfit, silver bike, wild energy. A woman reborn. Strong. Untouchable.
Even if my body feels like collapsing, I will do this.
For me.
I even shifted my bike delivery to today instead of tomorrow, so I could use it for the shoot.
I need the vibe, leather short gown, black boots, silver metal gleaming beside me.
A lone wolf rising again.
I haven’t posted anything on my i********: since becoming Luna.
I lost myself trying to fit into Alpha’s world.
Tomorrow, I take me back.
The ringing of my phone pulled me from my thoughts.
“Hello, how may I help you?”I answered an unknown number
“Good morning ma’am, I’m from LuxeFit & Beyond. Your order is outside the pack house.”
My heart actually lifted.
“Okay, I’ll be there.”
I dragged myself up, ignoring the heaviness in my limbs. I didn’t even bother to change my pajamas. My feet felt like stones but I forced them forward.
By the time I reached the gate, the pack grounds were busy, wolves training, omegas carrying supplies, warriors jogging. Life moving… while mine feels stuck.
“Good morning ma’am,” the delivery guy bowed.
And there it was,
My bike.
Silver. Smooth. Beautiful.
Like moonlight trapped in steel.
For a second, I forgot the pain.
My heart beat fast, excitement, joy, pride.
“Wow,” I whispered. “It’s… beautiful. Thank you so much. I love it.”
He smiled. “It’s even better in person. It’s one of only two released in this city.”
He asked if I needed a teacher, but I chuckled.
“No. I can drive.”
Of course I can. I rode a bike back home. A smaller one, but silver too.
Silver always felt like me, quiet strength, not shouting but still shining.
Not loud like gold.
Not begging to be seen… but impossible to ignore once noticed.
Black clothes, silver metal.
That’s me.
I put on the helmet and rode into the pack house compound. Heads turned. Conversations paused. Some looked surprised, some annoyed, some impressed. I didn’t care. For once I felt something close to freedom.
When I parked, I stayed on the bike, helmet still on.
I was catching my breath, soaking in the moment, then I heard the voice I least wanted to hear.
“Wow, this bike is so beautiful”
Selene.
Of course.
I glanced through my mirror, she was alone. First time since she came. She always moves like she needs an audience to survive.
She strutted closer, smiling like she owned the place.
“Let me take some pictures on it”she squealed, reaching for the handle.
And then I removed my helmet.
Her face dropped.
Shock. Disgust. Annoyance all at once.
“Aria must you always involve yourself in trouble?” she snapped
I blinked slowly. “I don’t understand.”
“Why are you on such expensive bike? Do you know how much it costs?.Only two exist here.what if you scratch it? Can you afford repairs? Must you always cause trouble for the alpha?”
“And who says I can’t afford it?” I crossed my arms.
She laughed too loudly.
“Please, an omega like you can't even afford a wheel.hahaha, you rented this to impress Damon right? News flash, Damon loves me. Soon I'll be a luna”
“You mean, Fake Luna,” I said under my breath.
Her smile cracked.
She stepped closer, eyes burning.
“At least I'm not a barren omega pretending to be queen.The rightful heir is already breathing inside me”
She touched her stomach dramatically.
My chest tightened.
The mate bond punched me hard.
My breath vanished.
Rightful heir.
So the rumor…
It was real?
The world spun. My wolf whimpered, hurt, confused, shaking.
“Bye, barren omega,” she smirked. “Don’t rent things to feel relevant. You can’t.”
She walked off, hand still on her stomach like she carried the universe.
I just sat there on the bike, helmet in my hand… frozen.
Hot tears fell before I even realized I was crying.
So it’s true?
She’s really pregnant for Damon?
Maybe she’s lying.
Selene can lie about air if it helps her.
But what if,
A sharp pain shot through my lower stomach.
So sudden I gasped.
Like someone stabbed me from inside.
I pressed my palm there. Another wave hit, painful, crushing.
My vision blurred.
No…
No… what is happening to me?
My knees trembled. I couldn’t breathe.
The world tilted, spinning fast.
Just maybe…
Maybe
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