Pregnant, Banished, and Claimed by the Lycan King

DIANA Positive. For several seconds, I stared at the cheap plastic stick in my trembling hands, shock overwhelming me. Positive. Two pink lines. Two vivid, undeniable pink lines. By the gods… My breath caught in my throat, and then I burst into tears. Not the ugly kind. Happy tears. The kind I’d dreamed about for four long, agonizing years. Four years of desperate prayers, bitter medicines, and choking down herbs. Four years of enduring the pitying looks, the cold glares of the elders, and the mocking whispers behind my back from the Stormwood Pack. “Poor Luna Diana. Still barren.” “Maybe the Moon Goddess made a mistake choosing her.” “An Omega becoming Luna was already a miracle. She should stop being greedy.” They all chose to forget that I was the one who had spent months kneeling by Alpha Ronan’s bedside, using my knowledge of herbs and my own blood to nurse him back from a terminal disease. They forgot that when he was dying, when he was just skin-and-bones, his high-born mistress, Celine, had packed her bags and fled to the capital, leaving him to his fate. I had saved him. And once he recovered, he married me—only to treat me like an oversized, invisible maid. But today was going to change everything. Tears of pure relief spilled over my curved soft cheeks. I wiped them away quickly, pressing the pregnancy kit against my chest. Today was the anniversary of my parents’ death—usually a day of hiding in my room and mourning—but nature had finally blessed me, and had finally turned a day of sorrow into joy. Now, I wasn't empty… I would never be alone again. And I could finally give Ronan the heir he demanded. Perhaps now, he would finally look at me with the warmth he used to have when he was sick. "Ronan…" I whispered softly, pressing a hand over my mouth. "We’re going to have a baby." My wolf, Willow, stirred excitedly inside me. >Our pup is here! Let’s go tell mate! With my heart hammering against my ribs, I hurried up the marble staircase of the Alpha estate, whilst wondering why the house was unusually quiet. It was barely 5pm— too early for our guards to leave their post, or the servants to retire for the day. Did something happen? Had Ronan sent them away? Yet, why would he? My brows furrowed as I increased my pace, heading first to his private office. But he was not there. Must be resting in our room then, I thought, taking a bend in the hallway. However, when I was just a few feet away from our private suite, a sound cut through the silence. A sharp, high-pitched gasp. I froze. What was that? Willow whined anxiously in my mind. “Ah… Ronan, slower… you’re going to ruin my dress…” The voice was sweet, dripping with a familiar cadence. A voice I hadn't heard in five years. Celine. My breath hitched. The air in my lungs turned to broken glass. No. No, it’s a mistake. I’m mishearing things. But then came the heavy, low grunt of my husband. The rhythmic thud of the mahogany headboard against the wall of our master bedroom. The very bedroom where I had spent the last four years sleeping alone most nights while he worked late, praying for the miracle of a child. “Shut up, Celine,” Ronan’s deep, gravelly voice echoed, thick with lust. “You’re the only one who has ever known how to move like this.” My world shattered into a thousand pieces. The positive pregnancy test slipped from my numb fingers, clattering softly against the plush hallway carpet. The pain was instantaneous, a blade tearing through my chest, wreaking havoc on my insides. I staggered back, disoriented, confusion and disbelief becoming a potent mix in my broken heart. I had loved this man. I had bled for him. When his bones were turning to ash from the disease, I had held him through the night on the hard floor, ignoring my own exhaustion. And now, the moment Celine returned to the territory, he went straight back to her? Why? How? How could he do this to me? Numbness took over, pushing aside the crushing weight of the heartbreak. Slowly, driven by a bleak, hollow necessity to see this mystery, I stepped forward. I pushed the cracked bedroom door wide open. The dim light streamed through the curtains, illuminating the tangled sheets of our king-sized bed. Ronan’s broad, muscular back was slick with sweat, his Alpha tattoos rippling as he hovered over the slender blonde woman beneath him. The door creaking made them stop. Ronan snapped his head back, his dark eyes flashing with sudden, predatory anger. There was no panic on his face. No guilt. Only absolute irritation at being interrupted. Underneath him, Celine peeked over his shoulder. Seeing me standing there, she didn't scramble to cover herself. Instead, a slow, malicious smirk spread across her perfectly painted lips. She let out a soft, mock-innocent gasp, burying her face into Ronan’s neck. "Oh my… Ronan, your maid is here." "Diana," Ronan growled, slowly rolling off Celine and pulling a silk robe over his naked body without shame. He stood up, towering over me, his dominant Alpha aura flaring out like a whip to force me into submission. "What the hell is the meaning of this? Who gave you permission to walk into my room without knocking?" His room? Did he forget his senses somewhere? I stood my ground, though my knees shook. I looked past his broad chest, staring at Celine, who was now casually propping herself up on the pillows, completely naked, wearing a victorious grin. These two really have no shame. “Diana? Don’t make me repeat myself!” "Your room?" My voice was a whisper, but it cut through the scent-choked air. "This is our room, Ronan. I am your wife. I am the Luna of this pack." Ronan let out a harsh, mocking laugh. He stepped closer, his shadow completely eclipsing me. He looked down at me—at my comfortable, oversized clothes, my full, soft figure that the pack always ridiculed, and the dark circles under my eyes. "Luna in name only," He sneered, his words dripping with venom. "A low-ranking, heavy-set Omega orphan I took in because my wolf felt pity for you. Look at yourself, Diana. Celine has been back for less than a day, and she already holds more grace than you ever could in a lifetime." What? The cruelty of his words suffocated me, even as Mother's final words echoed in my mind: “Diana, if Ronan ever stops cherishing you, don’t stay because of love alone.” "She left you," I whispered, a single tear finally escaping my eye. "She left you to die, Ronan. I healed you. My blood saved your life." "And I paid that debt by marrying you and giving you a roof over your head!" Ronan shouted, his voice booming with Alpha authority, forcing my head down by instinct. "But a man needs a real woman, Diana. An Alpha needs an heir. For four years, your womb has been as barren and useless as a stone. Did you honestly think I would spend the rest of my life bound to an Omega who can't even perform her basic biological duty?" Every word was a nail in my coffin. I looked down at the floor, my gaze landing on the hallway just outside the open door, where the plastic stick lay forgotten on the carpet. Two pink lines. I had my answer. I didn't need to show it to him. He didn't deserve to know. Slowly, I raised my head. The submissive posture vanished. The crushing pain in my chest calcified into something else entirely. Something cold. Something unbreakable. "I want a divorce," I said, my voice deadpan and steady. "I want a divorce, Ronan. Break the bond." The room went dead silent. Celine’s smirk flickered for a fraction of a second, while Ronan stared at me, his jaw tightening before his face contorted into an expression of sheer amusement. "A divorce?" He laughed, an arrogant sound. "Are you out of your mind? Where will you go, Diana? You are an orphan. And your uncle hates you. Technically, you have no pack bloodline, no money of your own, and no status without my name. You think you can survive out there on your own?" He stepped right into my space, his eyes narrowing into slits. "Stop throwing a tantrum because you caught your betters enjoying themselves," He ordered coldly. "You are joking, and it isn't funny. Now, get out of my sight, go down to the kitchen, and prepare dinner for Celine and me. We’ve had a long afternoon." Celine giggled softly from the bed. "I am not joking, Ronan," I said softly.”You will divorce me.” Without arguing, or trying to read the strange look on his face, I turned on my heel and left the room—shutting the door behind me, before stooping to pick up the pregnancy kit. If my husband wouldn't grant me freedom, I would take it myself. The Council of Elders held the ancient laws. I would go to them tonight, expose Ronan’s infidelity, and force the severance of the bond. I would leave this toxic cage by all means, even if I had to raise my child in the mud.