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The thing I regretted most was taking that last diet pill. It took my baby—followed by my life.

Yet I wasn’t fat by any standard.

The source of my diet pill abuse: my husband and Alpha of the Nightcrest Pack, Noah.

He was also the direct cause of my death.

As the daughter of the Silvermoon Pack, I married Noah through a political marriage, but it was never me that he wanted.

When Noah’s ex-girlfriend, Zoe, re-entered our lives, my world fell apart.

Zoe was once Noah’s fated mate, but Zoe rejected Noah and married the Alpha of another pack. When that marriage ended in divorce, she returned to the Nightcrest Pack.

To make matters worse, Noah and Zoe were once media darlings and the public’s golden couple.

I became the unwilling target of paparazzi who relentlessly chased me and captured every moment of my life. Despite my best efforts at privacy, the constant attention and scrutiny made me increasingly neurotic.

Noah never explained to the public what was going on. While he continued to present the perfect public image, I suffered in silence, unable to defend myself. To make matters worse, he left me more alone than ever.

No matter what I did, I couldn’t get his attention. No matter how much makeup I wore, no matter how much weight I lost, I wasn’t good enough. I thought it was my fault.

This drove me even deeper into the abyss.

Too many diet pills left me gasping for air, like a knife through my abdomen.

my periods had added to my lack of suspicion. When the doctors came to rescue me and the little life inside me, it

is 4 months

the last

an endless, moonless night, I lost my

……

rested against cool marble. I groaned and stood up, only to realize I was in my bedroom’s humid en

I? I thought as I stood. Wasn’t I just dead?

artist said as she entered the bathroom.

realized that I had been dressed in pink, lacy, see-through babydoll lingerie. My golden locks had been tamed into loose curls, and my nails had been polished into crimson claws. My groin ached with the pain of

Noah is already in the shower, and I’ve got a scent

setting the

evidence points to

I thought, our monthly

marriage, Noah set aside one day a month for us to procreate in an attempt to continue the legacy of the Nightcrest Pack. It was the only time Noah paid so much attention to me, no matter how hard I tried to impress him. However,

am I dressed like this?

stuck my head out the door.

I asked

looking a little surprise. “Luna, did you forget? Tomorrow is the

before Zoe’s

before my tragedy happened? How could this

tears streaming down my cheeks. My heir lay at my feet, a bloody four-month-old embryo

Goddess. My

emaciated stomach. Nothing seemed to be off, but I had also been too skinny for even me to know that I was pregnant in the first place, so I was cautious to declare myself out

pain, no blood, so maybe there was hope. Maybe, just maybe, a miracle had occurred.

was, then I was only one month pregnant with Noah’s child. I still had time

take charge of my life, change everything that

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