Gabriella’s POV
I woke up the next morning with a cold, my clothes still soaked, and my hair drenched as well. Luckily, I spotted a taxi and immediately hailed it to head home. I stripped off my wet clothes, took a warm bath, and bundled up in thick garments to combat the cold that had settled in. I began sneezing as well. I suppose my father either didn't notice my absence in the house or he noticed and chose to ignore me. After all, his favorite daughter is marrying my mate.
My cold worsened, causing me considerable discomfort. Fortunately, my sister entered my room, concern evident in her eyes. "Sis, you look so pale. What happened to you?" She moved towards me, inspecting my condition.
"I got caught in the rain and I think I've caught a cold," I replied, still shivering beneath my blanket.
"You silly girl, you know you're susceptible to colds when you get soaked. Why didn't you find shelter? You've worried me sick."
"I'll be fine, sister. No need to worry. You should be getting ready for your upcoming wedding," I added, my heart aching.
"The maids and event planners are handling their tasks well. My responsibility is to take care of you. You look awful. I'll call the doctor for you." She promptly left the room.
The doctor arrived, treated me, and advised me to rest after taking the prescribed medications.
With effort, I managed to get to the kitchen and prepare a cup of hot tea. Hopefully, it would provide some relief before I thanked my sister. But the cup slipped from my hand, and my father witnessed the accident. Despite my illness, he ignored my condition and scolded me for breaking the cup.
"Father, I'm sick. You should be concerned about your daughter's well-being."
"If you want me to worry about you, prove that you're worthy of being called my daughter. Until then, you're just a worthless Omega, useless to me. And this is not the time to fall ill. We're planning your sister's wedding."
"FATHER," I yelled, tears streaming down my face, but he paid no heed. I felt like a heart attack might be imminent.
My condition deteriorated daily. I heard my sister leave to try on her wedding gown, and no one else bothered to check on me. My father ordered the nurses and household staff to focus solely on my sister's wedding, neglecting my needs. It seemed they were indifferent to my well-being and perhaps even wished for my demise.
I retreated to my room, collapsing to the floor, crying my heart out. The door opened, revealing Jane, my friend, who had returned from a trip out of town. I had texted her about my illness, never expecting her to visit so soon.
"Gabby, what happened to you? You've lost so much weight and you look so pale," she inquired with genuine concern.
"Jane." I hugged her tightly, tears continuing to flow. She soothed me, rubbing my back. "Please stop crying, Gabby. I beg you. Do you want me to cry with you? Please, stop."
"It hurts, Jane. It hurts so much. My mate rejected me. He despises me. He said I'm not worthy of being Luna. Tell me, Jane, is it my fault that I can't shift into a werewolf? Why am I different? Was I born with some curse that drives people away and subjects me to ridicule?" Overwhelmed, I wept in Jane's arms like a child. She comforted me, saying, "You need to understand this truth, best friend. You're beautiful in your own way. Others might not see it, but in due time, they'll recognize your uniqueness."
"Are you just saying that to make me feel better, Jane? It's not working. I'm not special in any way. There's nothing remarkable about me."
"Come on now, have I ever belittled you? Seriously, you are special, and you don't need to prove yourself to anyone. You're Gabriella, an Omega with a heart of gold." Her words offered me a sliver of solace, and recognizing my fragile state, she advised me to rest.
Two months later, I realized I hadn't menstruated at all. It couldn't be true. I decided to take a pregnancy test to confirm. Despite experiencing pregnancy symptoms, I needed certainty. In the bathroom, I examined the result. I almost screamed upon seeing two red lines indicating a positive result. How could a simple encounter lead to immediate pregnancy? What should I do now? Revealing this to my family was out of the question; they would disown me and subject me to stigma that I'd never overcome.
The Alpha's hurtful words echoed in my mind. I regretted everything. Should I terminate the pregnancy since I'd been rejected? No, that would be morally wrong, endangering my life in the process. I needed time to figure out how to handle this situation discreetly. I couldn't let anyone discover the truth.
"Gabriella," Tracy's voice echoed, and panic surged. She couldn't find me like this. Fortunately, my door was locked.
Feeling tormented by the weight of carrying my sister's husband's child, I knew I had to act quickly to protect her from heartbreak. I whispered, "I'll join you soon, sis. I'm just taking a shower."
"Alright, sis. I can't wait for you to see my wedding gown. It's stunning."
Once she left, I turned off the shower and took a deep breath.
THE WEDDING
I donned a large gown to conceal my stomach, applied simple makeup, and headed to the wedding hall. Amid the crowd, tears welled up as I watched the groom's entrance, but I suppressed my emotions. He had rejected me, so I needed to move forward.The bride walked down the aisle, and my heart ached as I imagined myself in her place, walking beside my father. However, reality was cruel, and my father's disdain for me was unwavering. I should have never existed in this harsh world.
As the couple exchanged vows, I fought back tears. The customs proceeded, and my heart shattered with each symbolic act. The kiss was the final blow, evoking memories of the nightstand and his hurtful words. I couldn't bear it any longer. I had to leave, but with all eyes on me, I had to bide my time.
The priest declared them husband and wife, eliciting applause. When the dancing began, I slipped away. Glancing back one last time, I saw the happiness on everyone's faces. I didn't belong there. I was an outcast. It was time to start anew, away from this pack. I needed to focus on my own life and the innocent life growing within me.
Returning home, I packed my belongings. It was the best decision. I couldn't disrupt my sister's marriage. With no one present, I slipped out, my departure unnoticed amidst the wedding festivities. Rolling my luggage, I stopped a taxi, providing directions to my destination. Once at the bus station, I would head south, seeking a fresh start where no one knew my past. I hoped my baby wouldn't share my wolfless fate. Farewell, Silver Moon Pack. You won't miss me, but I'll cherish memories of you. Farewell, my beautiful twin sister. May your married life be blessed.
N/A: When Alpha Nicklaus discovers that the bride isn't his mate, will he lose control?
Nicklaus's POV After the priest announced us as husband and wife, we kissed, and I felt a bit off. But anyway, she is my wife and Luna—I need to make her happy. The dance was called for, and we were meant to open the dance floor. "May I have this dance?" I asked. "Yes, my Alpha," she said with a smile. I remembered the first time I danced with her; I felt happy, and my heart kept beating very fast. Why am I not experiencing any of these signs while dancing with her now? Is it because I am expecting too much from her today, or is it because we got intoxicated that night? Well, I can't afford to ruin things. "Alpha, is everything okay?" she questioned. "Yes, everything is fine. I guess I am just too excited about today. Look at us—heroes and heroines of our packs. We brought peace," I decided to engage in a conversation, hoping it would help me. After the dance, we took our seats and watched others dance. I noticed the way the Beta of her father looked at her. Are they close or wh
Gabriella’s POV I sat down, waiting for the fourth bus heading South among strangers. It feels good to be among strangers; I can breathe freely, and no one will ridicule me or call me worthless. I know my absence won't be felt by my father, and he probably won't even inform my sister. I hope she enjoys her marriage. "Why are you running away, Gabriella? You should have at least told Alpha Nicklaus that you are pregnant with his child," Leah said to me. "Leah, I'm glad to hear your voice. But there's no point in telling someone who rejected me. I don't see the need." "Do you know anyone who lives in the South?" I remained calm for a moment. I really don't have anyone, and my fate lies with the moon goddess; I believe she will protect me. "I don't need to know someone there, Leah. I have some funds with me, and I'll be able to get an apartment and feed myself," I explained to my wolf. "What if you run out of money? What will you do then? How will you take care of the unborn child?"
Gabriella’s POV Waking up the following morning, I felt completely different—weak and in need of medical attention. Before I knew it, I rushed to the bathroom to throw up. After washing my face and looking in the mirror, I saw how pale I appeared. I ordered breakfast and, when it arrived, I asked the person who brought the food if she knew of a hospital nearby. She described one, but it would take about an hour to get there. I thanked her and prepared to visit the hospital after finishing my meal. I took a taxi to the hospital. Upon arrival, I saw a lady playing with her two-year-old daughter. Envy welled up in me, though I didn't regret having my child even with the absent father. I obtained a card and waited for the doctor. The doctor requested that I visit the lab for an ultrasound to determine the baby's age and study the fetus. I made the payment and was informed to return the following day on an empty stomach but well-hydrated. Leaving the hospital, I decided to take a brief t
Gabriella’s POV Awakening once again, I felt significantly better and noticed the same woman serving me a rice ball with a cup of fresh juice, “You must be hungry.” “You think I'm that stupid? Do you expect me to eat this? What if it's poisoned?” I questioned, as I don't trust anyone and won't let my guard down, having learned life's harsh lessons. “I see you have trust issues. I'll take a bite so you can see the food isn't poisoned,” she reassured, taking a bite. But I still doubted her, saying, “What if you took an antidote to the poison already?” “Hey, if I wanted to kill you, I would have done that while you were sleeping or snapped your neck with my spells. How about that? Now eat, to replenish your strength.” “The name is Gabriella, and thank you.” “You're welcome. I will take care of you to ensure your daughter comes into this world at ease.” My eyes widened, “I have a daughter? How did you know?” “I am an elder witch, and I saw a vision of your baby. Enough talk, let me
Gabriella’s POV He has become more mature than he was four years ago, with longer hair and bangs that can cover half of his red pupils. I feel a little uneasy inside as his aura seems stronger. Fortunately, my wolf is not as excited about her mate as before. His arm muscles bulge, and his brows reveal a fierce expression. I even sense a terrifying aura of killing intent. As I watch the fight between them, he kills with ease. Now I guess the rumors about him ending his father's life for power might be true after all. I thought seeing him would make me feel different, but when I see him, I hate him more. He's just a black history that I don't wish to revisit again. I notice he gets carried away with the ones he is fighting, not seeing the impending danger from behind. I will save him because he is my twin sister's husband, and for no other reason attached to it. “Og lu an to ditol.” The Black wolf dies instantly along with the others. Then he turns around; I didn't get enough time to h
Nicklaus’s POV "Are you sure they took the hostages to this very forest? I feel it's a trap," I said to the Beta over the phone using my AirPods. "I don't really know what to say, Alpha. I just covered the northern area. I haven't seen anything strange yet." "Keep me posted on anything you come across and be careful as well. They started this war and they will regret what I will do after we rescue our members who got captured today." "Lethal, I feel this is an ambush." "I don't smell our pack members here. I can only sense some strange werewolves here— the black moon wolves. We have to be more vigilant," Lethal advised. I moved deeper into the forest and saw some footprints on the ground. I guess they are not far from here anymore. I should be able to find them. I smelled the leaves and noticed something strange here, and I am right. No captives are here. The Beta called me again saying, "They are here, just a few guards. They got here but I killed them all. Should I send some
Gabriella’s POV "Leave," I reiterated, my words resounding in his ears once more."That's the very thing I refuse to do again, mate. I refuse to leave and I don't want you out of my sight again.""Are you deaf? They can't be us. I am happily married. Do you want me to call my husband right now so you know I'm not lying?" I said it just to reinforce my lies.He scoffed, saying, "That would be a mistake if you do.""Alpha Nicklaus, are you trying to threaten me? If I bring my husband here, will you get rid of him and claim me as yours?"I knew he didn't love me; I was just trying to provoke him to leave. Four years ago, he had called me a useless Omega. If he was coming for me now, it was only for my sister. Or perhaps he wanted to establish a connection with my daughter, who bore a striking resemblance to him.I wouldn't let anyone take away what belonged to me anymore.He remained silent, and I continued, "Are you planning to do to my husband what you did to your father, so you can se
Gabriella’s POV "What do you think you're doing, Gabriella? Step aside. Let me help you," she said, showing no sign of willingness to back down."I told you to stop, Margret. This fight is mine, and I don't need you to fight it for me. Just don't use your lethal spells on him, I beg of you." I attempted to halt her, and she took a deep breath before posing a question."Is he the faithless man who abandoned you and your daughter?"I didn't respond, and she promptly led me away from Nicklaus. I felt a twinge of relief.Looking at her face, I could see her anger. I knew she wanted to protect me, but I could protect myself. I wasn't a child anymore; I could handle things on my own."Why did you protect him? Do you still love him?" She questioned me, a difficult question to answer immediately."I'm not sure how to put it into words, but what I do know is that I've embraced my new life and closed my heart to love for good," I replied."Are you certain about that?""Where's my daughter? She