CHAPTER 7- Cold Treatment

Morgan and Samantha’s wedding was set to coincide with the first emergence of the full moon, exactly one month away. The entire Blue Moon Pack was buzzing with preparations, though whispers about Morgan's sudden change of heart regarding his destined mate still lingered. For Lilian, the weight of Morgan’s rejection pressed down like an unbearable burden. Each night, she cried herself to sleep, the bond between them aching in her chest, a constant reminder of the love she had lost. Her appetite faded, and she often skipped meals, lost in the whirlwind of heartbreak and uncertainty.

Aurora, her adoptive mother and the only solace she had in this world, watched her deteriorating state with growing concern. "Dear, you need to be strong," Aurora urged one morning as Lilian lay listlessly in bed. "It’s not the end of the world for you."

Lilian forced a half-smile, trying to reassure her mother. "I’m fine, Mom," she whispered, her voice lacking conviction.

But just as she spoke, a sudden wave of nausea washed over her. Her stomach churned violently, and she scrambled out of bed, rushing to the bathroom. Aurora quickly followed, worry etched on her face.

"Lilian, are you alright?" Aurora asked, her voice laced with concern. She watched as Lilian leaned over the sink, breathing heavily, her face pale as a sheet. "You don’t look well."

Aurora’s worry deepened as she moved closer, gently taking Lilian’s pulse. She had always been attentive to Lilian’s health, knowing the strain the rejection had put on her daughter. After a moment, her expression changed, her brows furrowing as a realization dawned on her.

"Lilian," Aurora began, her voice barely above a whisper, "you… you’re pregnant."

The words hung in the air, thick with shock and disbelief. Lilian froze, her mind spinning as the truth sank in. Pregnant? She hadn’t even considered it. She had been so consumed by the pain of Morgan’s rejection, the heartbreak, the confusion… She hadn’t even noticed that she was a month late. Tears welled up in her eyes as she turned to face Aurora, her hands trembling.

"Mom," Lilian whispered, her voice cracking with a mix of fear and uncertainty.

Aurora gently placed her hands on Lilian’s shoulders, steadying her. "Is it Alpha Morgan’s child?" she asked, her voice soft yet firm, seeking confirmation.

Lilian nodded slowly, the tears now streaming freely down her cheeks. The reality of her situation hit her like a tidal wave. Not only had Morgan rejected her as his mate, but now she was carrying his child—a child that was the result of their one fleeting night together. A child that Morgan might never acknowledge, especially with Samantha carrying what the pack believed to be the heir to the Blue Moon Pack.

"I don’t know what to do," Lilian sobbed, burying her face in her hands. The weight of the revelation felt unbearable. How could she raise a child, knowing Morgan had rejected her? And how would she even tell him—especially now, with his wedding to Samantha looming on the horizon?

Aurora’s heart ached for her daughter. She pulled Lilian into a comforting embrace, gently stroking her hair. "You’re not alone in this, Lilian. We’ll figure it out, together," she whispered, trying to reassure her.

Lilian clung to her mother, her mind racing. She couldn’t believe how drastically her life had changed in just a few short months. First, she had been cast aside by the man she loved, rejected because of her bloodline, and now she was pregnant with his child. It felt as though fate was playing a cruel joke on her.

But as the tears continued to fall, a new emotion began to rise within her. It wasn’t just sadness or fear—it was anger. Anger at Morgan for abandoning her. Anger at the pack for treating her like an outcast. And anger at herself for believing that she could ever be accepted in a world that had always deemed her unworthy.

"I don’t know if I can do this, Mom," Lilian whispered, her voice raw with emotion. "How am I supposed to raise a child when the father doesn’t even want me?"

Aurora pulled back slightly, looking into her daughter’s eyes with a steely determination. "You are stronger than you know, Lilian. This child is a blessing, no matter what. And whether Morgan is involved or not, you have me. We’ll face this together."

Lilian sniffed, wiping away her tears. She knew her mother was right. She had to be strong now, not just for herself, but for the life growing inside of her. As daunting as the future seemed, she couldn’t afford to wallow in despair any longer. She had to make a choice—either she would let this break her, or she would rise above it.

With a deep breath, Lilian nodded, her resolve hardening. "You’re right, Mom. I need to be strong."

But as she said the words, a new fear gnawed at her. What would happen when Morgan found out? Would he cast her aside even more, or would he fight for the child that was his by blood?

Lilian had rehearsed every word she wanted to say to Alpha Morgan a hundred times. She was determined to get the words right, to finally express what had been weighing heavily on her heart. But the moment she opened the door to his room, her carefully constructed thoughts shattered like glass. There they were—Samantha draped over Morgan, her lips brushing his ear as she whispered intimately.

"Babe, I could not wait any longer to be your wife," Samantha purred, her voice soft and possessive as she nibbled on his ear, her fingers trailing down his chest.

Lilian’s breath caught in her throat, the sight piercing her heart like a dagger. She hadn't expected this—a blatant display of affection that felt like a slap across her face. Her instinct was to leave, to turn around and flee before either of them noticed her, but it was too late.

Samantha's sharp gaze landed on her, and her expression twisted into a sneer. "What do you want?" she snapped, her voice dripping with venom. "Why are you barging in like this?"

Lilian’s hands trembled, and her throat tightened. She had rehearsed this moment over and over, but now, under Samantha's hateful glare and Morgan’s silent, indifferent presence, her confidence crumbled. "I—I have s-something to t-tell Alpha M-Morgan," she stammered, her voice barely audible.

Samantha rolled her eyes dramatically, her hand still resting on Morgan’s chest as if claiming him like a trophy. "Whatever it is, it can wait. You're disturbing us," she said coldly, her voice hard and dismissive.

Morgan, meanwhile, remained motionless, his dark eyes flickering toward Lilian for a brief second before drifting away as if she were nothing more than a passing shadow. He didn’t speak. He didn’t ask her what she wanted to say. He didn’t defend her or even acknowledge her presence with any warmth. His silence, more than anything, cut her to the bone. Lilian had hoped, even if it was just a flicker, that he would at least show some concern. But all she got was indifference.

Her chest tightened painfully, and her legs felt heavy as though rooted to the spot. She wanted to scream, to demand his attention, but the words failed her. All she could do was stand there, suffocated by her own emotions, while Samantha continued to flaunt her presence as though Lilian were invisible.