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My Luna my bride one hundred and fifty eight
Evelyn’s POV“Dante….…, I will tell you the truth,” I said with a trembling voice.As I decided to come clean to Dante, a surge of adrenaline coursed through my veins, propelling me into action. I knew I had to spin a tale that would cast doubt on the truth he thought he knew. With a deep breath, I began my performance, letting the tears flow freely as I crumpled to the ground, my sobs echoing through the room.The weight of my fabricated sorrow pressed down on me, each tear a testament to the deception I was weaving. I hoped that by painting myself as a victim of manipulation, Dante would see me in a different light, a pawn in a game of deceit orchestrated by unseen hands. But deep down, a seed of doubt gnawed at my resolve, whispering that my performance might not be enough to sway Dante's unwavering anger.“Please forgive me, I didn't know what else to do, Drake….. Drake threatened me” I said in tears.Dante's surprise at my dramatic display was evident, his expression a mix of con
My Luna my bride one hundred and fifty nine
Evelyn’s POVAs Dante's words echoed through the room, each syllable a crushing blow to my spirit, the weight of his verdict settled like a heavy shroud around me. Banished. The word reverberated in my mind, a stark and unforgiving sentence that threatened to sever me from everything I had ever known.How could he banish me? The thought reverberated in my mind, a bitter realization that the consequences of my actions had finally caught up with me. The sting of his judgment cut deep, leaving me reeling in a sea of despair. I knew I had wronged, but to be cast out, exiled from the pack that had been my home, felt like a punishment too severe to bear.Prison seemed a lesser sentence, a tangible punishment that paled in comparison to the isolation and abandonment that now loomed before me. The pack, was my lifeline, my identity, and to be torn away from it felt like a cruel twist of fate that I could scarcely comprehend.“No, no…. You can't do this to me!” Turning to Vanessa, my eyes plea
My Luna my bride one hundred and sixty
Elijah’s POVI could feel the weight of the moment heavy on my shoulders as I stood before the mirror, straightening my tie in preparation for a day that should have been filled with joy and anticipation. Today was my wedding day, a day that should have been a celebration of love and union, but instead, it felt like a somber duty I had to fulfill.The reflection in the mirror seemed to mock my lack of excitement, highlighting the stark contrast between the image of a groom and the turmoil brewing within me. I had envisioned my wedding as a joyous occasion, a moment where I would marry the woman of my dreams Vanessa to be precise with a heart full of love and hope. But reality had dealt me a different hand, one where responsibility overshadowed desire.Jenny, the woman I was about to marry, carried my child, a fact that loomed over the ceremony like a shadow. The knowledge that our union was born out of obligation rather than love gnawed at my soul, leaving a bitter taste in my mouth.
My Luna my bride one hundred and sixty one
Jenny’s POVAs I sat in front of the mirror, watching the maid meticulously dress me up for my marriage with Alpha Elijah, a mix of emotions swirled within me. The white dress draped elegantly around me, the intricate details of the neckpiece shimmering in the light, and my hair styled flawlessly, making me feel like a queen. Yet, beneath the facade of beauty and elegance, a heavyweight lingered in my heart.The reflection staring back at me exuded grace and poise, but my thoughts were consumed by doubts and uncertainties. The rush to marry before my pregnancy felt like a suffocating pressure, a decision made out of duty rather than love. The realization that Elijah might not truly love me, that our union was merely an obligation, cast a shadow over the grandeur of the moment.As the maid's skilled hands worked to perfect every detail of my appearance, I couldn't shake the nagging feeling that this marriage was a facade, a charade to uphold appearances. The conflicting emotions of gra
My Luna my bride one hundred and sixty two
Elijah’s POV“Where is she?” I asked as soon as I got to the hospital. But the nurses were all busy and the doctor was nowhere to be found.“Calm down my lord, I will get the doctor for you,” Jacob said as he headed towards the opposite direction, in no time he arrived with the doctor.“Where is she, is she alive?” I flooded the doctor with so many questions before he could catch his breath.“She is still under supervision, please just wait for me in my office,” I said politely before heading back to the emergency ward. “Investigate what happened and get back to me immediately” I commanded but deep down I knew who was responsible, I just couldn't bring myself to accept it yet.As Jacob left I stormed into the doctor's office, a wave of panic crashing over me. The fear that Jenny might not pull through was suffocating, but I clung to optimism, desperately trying to hold onto hope.Seated in that sterile, white-
My Luna my bride one hundred and sixty three
Jenny’s POVI blinked, trying to orient myself in the unfamiliar surroundings of the hospital room. My eyes were drawn to the stark white ceiling, a stark contrast to the chaos of thoughts swirling in my mind. A sudden sound broke the silence, pulling my attention towards the door where Elijah appeared. And that's when the realization hit me like a ton of bricks, I was in a hospital. Memories flooded back, the rush of preparing for my wedding day halted by a searing pain that had robbed me of consciousness. As Elijah settled into the chair beside me, a mix of relief and anxiety washed over me like a tidal wave. My thoughts raced, consumed by the well-being of my unborn child. Is she safe? Did I lose the pregnancy? The uncertainty was suffocating, a heavy weight pressing down on my chest, making it hard to breathe. At that moment, all I could do was cling to hope, a fragile lifeline amid the unknown. Elijah's presence offered a sliver of comfort in the sea of worry that threatened to
My Luna my bride one hundred and sixty four
Elijah’s POV“Yes, I do,” I said with a smile on my face as the priest blessed our union, and a wave of fulfillment washed over me. Earlier doubts had clouded my mind, but in that hospital room, everything felt right. I turned to Jenny, her bright smile lighting up the room. Seeing her happiness and knowing our baby was safe filled me with a sense of peace. At that moment, all that mattered was our little family.Despite our marriage not being founded on romantic love, I couldn't shake the feeling that Jenny and I would make great parents together. The shared joy of welcoming our child into the world overshadowed any doubts lingering in my mind. It was a new chapter, a fresh start filled with hope and possibilities.However, amidst the joy, my thoughts drifted to Vanessa. I couldn't help but wonder about the path not taken, the life that could have been if she had accepted my proposal. But I quickly pushed those thoughts aside, focusing on the present moment with Jenny and our baby. T
My Luna my bride one hundred and sixty five
Jenny’s POVAs Elijah carried me to his room, I couldn't help but feel a rush of surprise and confusion swirling inside me. Our marriage wasn't built on love, but rather on circumstances beyond our control. I had expected him to take me to my room, a clear boundary between us, a reminder of the reality of our situation. Yet, here we were, in his room, a place that suddenly felt unfamiliar and intimate.I watched him move with purpose, his strong arms supporting me, his eyes focused on ensuring my safety. Was this a gesture of care mandated by the doctor's instructions, a practical decision for the sake of our unborn child? Or was there something more beneath the surface, a hint of tenderness in his actions that I dared not acknowledge?As we entered his room, I couldn't help but notice the subtle details that painted a picture of the man I had married. The neatly arranged books on the shelf, the soft glow of the bedside lamp, the faint scent of his cologne lingering in the air. It was
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