On the third anniversary of our bond, my mate showed up—with a pregnant woman. He said she was chosen by the Moon Goddess. That night, under the full moon, I knelt at the altar, one hand on my stomach. There was a faint pulse. I’d checked twice.Test results. And my healer instincts. Same answer.I was pregnant. I left my pack for him. Stayed three years. Tried to belong. Healed anyone who needed me. And now… the Moon Goddess gave me this child. Damon would be happy. Right? Maybe he’d look at me the way he did the first time—eyes glowing gold. I was about to stand—The moonstone exploded in silver light. A voice cut through my mind. “The one destined to lead the pack has arrived. They will guide you to glory.” My heart slammed. I looked down at my stomach. The prophecy. It matched. This child… wasn’t just ours. This was the future Alpha. Chosen. I grabbed my dress and ran. I had to tell Damon. I saw him in the hall.Tall. Impossible to miss. I opened my mouth—Then froze. His arm was around a woman. Close. Careful. Gentle. Too gentle. She leaned into him, her belly big—seven, maybe eight months. Damon: “Vanessa, slow down. The steps are steep.” Vanessa: “I’m not that fragile.” He never spoke to me like that. Not once. Not even the night we bonded. Back then, his voice was cold. Like he was finishing a task. My chest tightened. I didn’t move. He saw me. Damon: “Eva. Good. You’re here. This is Vanessa. She needs a prenatal check.” Vanessa: “Hi, Eva. Damon said you’re the pack healer.” He didn’t tell her I was his mate. My hand slipped into my pocket. I held the test. Two pink lines. Maybe he forgot. Maybe she’s just someone new. I forced a smile.“Hi. Follow me.” I reached for her. Then I saw their hands. Fingers locked. Tight. Not letting go. The ring on his finger caught the light. Our bond ring. The one that matched mine. The one he wore—while holding another woman.
I worked in silence. Their hands were still linked together. Damon reached over and smoothed Vanessa’s skirt. Casual. Like he’d done it a hundred times. Vanessa looked me over. “I don’t think I’ve seen you before. When did you join?” “You’ve been gone three years,” Damon said. “Lots of new faces.” Three years. My hands kept moving. My mind didn’t. Three years ago — the same year Vanessa left — Damon showed up at my pack. Out of nowhere. Said fate brought him there. Said he fell for me the second he saw me. Said he’d break every rule for me. I believed every word. I bonded with him. I left my whole life behind. I never doubted it. Not once. I thought it was love. Then I found his wallet. There was a photo inside, folded small. A woman with honey-blonde hair, smiling at the camera. The edges had gone white from being touched so many times. I asked him about her. He said it was the past. That woman was standing right in front of me now. Vanessa. She left — and he came looking for me. Stop. Just do the checkup. I helped Vanessa onto the exam table and placed both hands on her belly. My healing energy moved through her. The moonstone glowed. I felt the baby’s heartbeat — strong, steady, healthy. Then I felt something else. A faint golden membrane around her womb. The mark of Alpha bloodline. Genetic. Unmistakable. Damon’s bloodline. He’d had a child with her. Before I ever existed to him. My hands shook. Just slightly. I couldn’t help it. Damon put his hand over Vanessa’s belly right away. “Easy. She doesn’t like pain.” I paused. Adjusted. Said nothing. He had no idea what I was scared of. The night we bonded, I was in real pain. The moment it was over, he was gone. Pack business, he said. Every time after that — rushed. He never really looked at me. He didn’t know I was afraid of pain. But he knew she was. I took a slow breath and finished the exam. The baby inside me moved. A tiny flutter. Like it was telling me it’s okay. My eyes burned. I held it together. “Baby’s healthy. About eight months. Everything looks normal.” “Thank goodness.” Vanessa exhaled. “I was so worried the trip might’ve affected her.” “Moon Goddess is watching over her,” Damon said. He helped Vanessa up, arm around her waist. Protective. Possessive. Like she was the only person in the room. “Eva. File the results.” “Wait, Damon.” My voice stayed steady. “I need to talk to you.”
Damon didn’t turn around. “Tell me later. Vanessa needs to rest.” He didn’t ask what I wanted to say. He just walked out with her, and they were gone. That night, I made our anniversary dinner. White tablecloth. Silver candlesticks. Everything by hand — roasted lamb, mushroom bisque, all his favorites. A bottle of red wine. The candles were lit. The room smelled warm. When Damon came in, I went to him like I always did. Took his jacket. “I made dinner. I have something good to tell you —” “I still have pack business.” “Just eat a little —” “I’m busy. Don’t wait up.” He swapped jackets, didn’t look at the table once, and walked back out. The door clicked shut. The candles kept burning. I sat down in front of all that food and watched the wax drip onto the white tablecloth. Slow and quiet. I poured myself a glass of wine. Didn’t drink it. Ten o’clock. Eleven. The food went cold. At midnight, my phone lit up. I thought it was Damon. It wasn’t. A friend request from an account I didn’t know. The profile photo — Vanessa, smiling. I opened her page. Her latest post was from thirty minutes ago. Dinner at a restaurant. Warm amber light. Wine and roasted meat on the table. And at the edge of the frame — a man’s hand on the back of a chair. I knew that hand. Damon’s. The bonding ring was gone. Just a pale mark where it used to be. The caption: Home. A blue heart. Blue. Like Vanessa’s eyes. Not mine. My eyes are gray. Like the sky during a lunar eclipse. Damon said that the first time he saw me — that they were the most special color he’d ever seen. Special doesn’t mean loved. I know that now. Three years. Over a thousand nights. And the whole time, her photo was folded up inside his wallet. The candle in front of me flickered once — and went out. The room went dark. I turned my phone face-down. Closed my eyes. My hand found my stomach. Still there. Still quiet. Still beating. The Moon Goddess’s words were still in my head. The future leader of the pack. Whose child would that be? I will protect you, little one. I will fight for everything you deserve.
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