That was when she returned to Bellflower town with a four-year-old child. In Roan’s eyes, I had been nothing more than a placeholder for Tracy during her absence. But I had loved him deeply then, enough to mate with him despite knowing the truth. My miscarriage had been a silent warning—a child with Roan would never be good for either of us.
In our Golden Moon pack, Roan was the Alpha, strong and commanding. I, as his mate, was the Luna. Our bond was supposed to be sacred, a connection that transcended all others. Yet, here I was, adrift in a sea of disillusionment, my role as Luna feeling more like a hollow title than a cherished position.
After taking the medication prescribed by one of the pack's healers, I drifted into a deep sleep.
However, it didn't take long before I woke up. The sound of the door creaking open roused me in the middle of the night. As I struggled to shake off my sleepiness, I felt my mate's presence beside me. His hand reached out to stroke my hair gently.
“What did the healer say today?” he asked, his voice soft and soothing.