The Rejected Luna’s Secret PregnancyChapter 1

Selena’s POV

I stared in shock at the picture on my phone. My mate, Alpha Zane, was kneeling on the ground, kissing Linda’s baby bump affectionately. The caption was: ~He is going to be a good father.~

I didn’t even know why I was shocked; from the recent happenings, this wasn’t supposed to surprise me. I replied to the status with a ‘thumbs up’ emoji..

I opened the next picture. Zane stood behind her, wrapping his hand around her swollen belly with a large grin on his face, looking so happy and content..

I glanced at the pregnancy report that lay on the bed beside me. I had gone to the pack clinic for a test when I started feeling odd, and it was confirmed that I was pregnant. After several years of trying, of being childless, I was finally pregnant. I had been so excited to share the news with Zane. I kept calling his number, and it kept ringing, but he wasn’t picking. So I decided to wait for him to get back.

I was not a social media person; I hardly opened my WhatsApp or Facebook. However, as I waited for Zane, I absentmindedly opened WhatsApp and mindlessly scrolled around. I furrowed my eyebrows in curiosity and I clicked on Linda’s WhatsApp status to get a very big shock.

Immediately Linda saw my reply on the status, she panicked and called me. It was a well known fact that I never opened my WhatsApp, so my reply was totally unexpected.

“Hello Luna Selena, I’m very sorry about the picture. It meant nothing, I was just–” She started, but Zane interrupted, taking the phone from her hands.

“What are you apologizing for? Did you do anything wrong? It’s just a picture. Stop paying attention to her jealousy. She can’t get pregnant, so she’s just getting insecure” He said to Linda, not minding that I was on the phone, and that I could hear him. I hadn’t even said anything to Linda, she was the one who called.

“Stop blowing my phone up with calls, I’ll be back tonight.” He spat at me, and disconnected the call abruptly before I could say anything.

I stared at the phone in my hand dumbfounded.. This was getting out of hand.

A year ago, Linda came to me, crying and pleading for help. She had just lost her parents and now she had no one to help her. My heart had melted in sympathy, and I supported her by giving her a place to stay, food and other necessary things she would need.