The sickened luna’s last chance

Alexander hesitated, looking down at me with a wary expression. But to my surprise, after considering for a moment, he nodded. “Alright. Since it was partially my Beta’s fault you missed your interview, I’ll give you another chance.”

“Thank you.” I puffed my chest out and went to walk past him, heading straight for the nursery.

“Where are you going?” Alexander called after me.

I froze at the base of the stairway, cheeks reddening as it hit me–I wasn’t supposed to know where the nursery was. I wasn’t supposed to know anything about the house that had been my home for six years.

Forcing a smile, I turned back to Alexander. “I’m sorry. I assumed the nursery was on the second floor.”

Alexander blinked in confusion. “Well, it is, but…” His shoulders deflated with a sigh, and for a second, I almost thought I could see the faintest flicker of amusement in his tired green eyes. “Nevermind. Right this way.”

I let Alexander lead me upstairs and down the hall, where I knew the nursery was. The door was already cracked open when we approached. My heart thudded as the soft sounds of a lullaby playing on a speaker

-the very speaker I’d picked out, which had a spinning feature that cast shapes of stars and moons across the walls to the tempo of the music–emanated from within.

I wanted to run straight to my son and hold him in my arms so desperately. But I restrained myself, focusing instead on making a good impression.

hand resting on the doorknob. “I’ll give you five minutes. After

the one and only time I would ever get to hold my son.

the outside.

I can have him soundly asleep by

inside of me crack. It had only been a week since I’d last set foot in here, but it felt so… different. Like stepping into a life that wasn’t my

built this nursery with my husband, intending to welcome a child into our

his crib would never get to know me as his mother.

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had built as I approached, little feet and hands straining against the soft blue fabric. His tiny face was scrunched up and red with frustration,

asked, glancing

hand through his hair, mussing the red locks further, and nodded. “He cries so much, plus the

“Can I see them?”

drops for lubricating