“I ran some tests earlier after you mentioned feeling unwell. I wanted to tell you sooner, but I thought it would be better to wait until you weren’t so busy.” She paused for a second. “You are pregnant, Lilian.”
The words hit me like a blow, the air rushing from my lungs.
Pregnant.
The words echoed in my mind, slicing through the anger and heartbreak. I was carrying his child. The child of the man who had betrayed me.
"Lilian? Are you okay?"
I blinked, instinctively wiping away the tears that slid down my face. I didn’t answer. What was there to say?
“I know it’s scary, but I’m sure Alpha Mason—”
Her words hit me like a slap. I stared at her, cutting her off. "Don’t tell him," I said, stepping closer and taking her hands. "I’m not asking as the head healer. I’m asking as my mother’s best friend. Please, don’t tell him or anyone else. I’ll tell him when I’m ready."
Mirra nodded as I turned my gaze toward the packhouse. He hadn’t even come looking for me. My resolve solidified. One thought consumed me:
Mason would never know about this child.
Even if I had to take that secret to my grave.
LILIAN
A month had passed since that night.
Mason had promised he would stop—swore it was a mistake, that he loved me and wanted to fix things. At first, I believed him. I wanted to believe him. But actions speak louder than words, and his actions screamed the opposite.
Now… He didn’t even try to hide it anymore.
The whispers were the hardest part in the beginning. My own pack—my home—mocked me behind my back, some not even bothering to lower their voices. They pitied me. Others laughed, seeing me as a Luna too weak to keep her mate's attention.
But I took it. Every cruel word, every sideways glance, every stifled chuckle. I endured because every day brought me closer to what I needed—a way out of this nightmare.
Claire didn’t make it easy. She relished every opportunity to provoke me, testing the limits of my patience. And Mason, instead of defending me, instead of protecting me like he once promised, chose her.
Over and over again, he chose her.
Tonight, as the pack gathered for dinner in the great hall, the tension was almost suffocating. Claire sat at Mason’s side, her place at the table a glaring insult to me and everything I represented as Luna.