Vanya's POV:
"Oh my goodness doctor! Will she be okay?! I don't want anything to happen to my best friend! You have to make sure that she'll be fine! Do you hear me?!"
I woke to the sound of an angry voice and machines beeping. The smell of disinfectant in the air let me know that I was in a hospital. For a moment I was lost, then I started to recall all that had happened.
Cian rejected me.
The pain started to register, along with the sound of my wolf mewling in pain. My hand went to my stomach, and I sighed. The tears started to gather again, stinging my eyes.
"Best friend!" I heard the voice cry out.
Josephine.
I turned my head to her, mustering the darkest glare I could. She grabbed my hand, tears in her eyes. Tears that I was sure were fake.
"I'm so happy you're okay now!"
I pulled my hand away from her and turned to doctor John. "Where is my husband?" I asked.
"He..." Doctor John started to say and sighed. "I'm sorry, my Luna, he didn't come."
"Oh she's not Luna anymore." Josephine said, turning to the doctor. "Don't call her that. You're going to make her sad and she'll start crying all over again. I hate to see my best friend in such pain."
Doctor John looked confused, his eyes moving between I and Josephine. "Um...okay?"
I glared at Josephine. "Thank you for your help. You may leave now."
"Aww, come on," Josephine whined. "We have a lot to talk about and you're just going to..."
"Get out!" I screamed at her. "I don't want to ever see you again!"
She pulled back, sucking her teeth. "Fine." She huffed and got to her feet. "I'll be back when you're finally ready to talk in a calm manner."
"Don't let her back here." I said to doctor John.
He nodded, his brows furrowed in confusion.
"Bye Best friend," Josephine said and blew me a kiss. "I'll see you later." She turned and left.
Cian didn't even bother to check up on me? And I was going to tell him about the baby. What was the point? If I even got him to take me back for the sake of the baby what would happen when I had the child? He would take it from me and he and Josephine would raise it together.
I shivered, hugging myself tightly.
"Luna?" Doctor John said, placing a warm hand on my shoulder.
"Did you tell Cian that I'm pregnant?"
"No, I had hoped you would tell him yourself."
"Don't ever tell him." I said, glancing up at him. I rose to my feet.
"You need to rest for a bit. Your body underwent a huge amount of stress, it's not good for you and the baby."
I laughed softly. Stress was a severe understatement. My mate and husband just rejected me.
"Will my baby be okay?" I asked, tears misting in my eyes. "Will the.... will the rejection hurt them?"
"It could," doctor John said. "It hasn't been recorded, but with your standing as an omega..."
I raised my hand and he fell quiet. Enough of the omega talk. I know it. And I don't need anyone rubbing it in. "I'll be fine." I announced in a firm voice. Yes. I'll be fine. "I accept his rejection."
"Luna..."
The last part of the bond dissolved into nothing. Tears rolled down my eyes. I hugged myself, pulling my knees to my chest.
"It hurts..." I cried. "It hurts so bad..."
Doctor John patted my back. He didn't say anything.
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Josephine dropped my suitcase off for me in the hospital. Words couldn't describe how insulted I felt.
"My lady please," Emily grabbed my hand, pulling me back. "Please let me come with you!"
"You can't " I replied with a smile. "I'm not Luna anymore. You're not under any obligation to serve me."
"I want to!" She cried. "Please! Don't cast me out! You're all I have!"
"I wish I could, but my decision has already been made." I replied.
She bit her lip hard, and I could see the tears in her eyes. "I..."
I pulled her into a hug. I'll miss her, a whole lot. But this is something I must do for myself and my child. I can't have any ties left to the werewolf world. Not even Emily my loyal bodyguard.
"Goodbye Now, Emily."
"My lady," She sobbed into my shoulder.
I felt a few tears leave my eyes too. Behind her I could see the car waiting for me. I was surprised it had taken them so little time to respond to my distress call. The driver took off his sunglasses, piercing gray eyes meeting mine. He leaned on the car, watching me with an unreadable expression.
"I have to go now," I said, pulling away from Emily. "Take care of yourself, okay?"
She nodded. "And you too, my lady."
I walked past her to the car. He held the door open, a smile on his face. "Took you long enough, daughter." He said.
"Thank you, father." I replied, getting into the car.
Marco Leon. An old friend of my father. According to my father before he died, Marco was the one who had suggested my name, which came about the fond nickname I used for him.
Father.
I found a letter after my parent’s death with his contact information should anything ever happen to them.
"Where are we going?" I asked, turning to glance at him.
"Your new home." He replied. "Emilia will be so excited to see you again."
I touched my stomach, a smile on my face. "I'll be happy to see her too."
Marco glanced at me but said nothing. I hadn't said anything to him yet and I guess he was just dying to know.
I'm going to raise this child by myself. And I'm going to make sure I'm never seen as a lowly omega again.
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Vanya's POV:"I'll be taking my leave now," Roman announced, leaving with a bow. I couldn't say anything to him, my eyes focused solely on Josephine."It's been only four years?" I scoffed, my eyes wide with surprise. "Is that supposed to make me feel better or what?"Josephine giggled, turning to glance at Cian for a brief moment. "What's the matter babe? Did I say something out of line?" She asked, batting long lashes at me. I rolled my eyes.I resisted the urge to smash my champagne flute into Josephine's eye. Four years, I'm very sure to her it must have been just four years. but to me those four years were full of so much pain and agony that I can't even bear to look at the two of them right now without feeling like I want to smash my glass with my bare hands or scream out in frustration.I controlled my emotions, taking in deep gulps of air to calm myself down. There's no point in over reacting right now, I'm only going to give them the satisfaction that they're looking for. No
Vanya'sPOVI stared at Josephine for a good ten seconds as if she had magically spawned an extra head."You know, I have really high hopes for whoever it is," She said, her smile widening. "You were a former luna, so I wouldn't expect you to be fucking anyone leas than an alpha, right? I mean, it would just be so crazy and low value behavior.""What?" I gasped, my eyes wide. I can't believe the words spewing out of her lips right now. Does she really think this is what is happening? "Oh don't look so surprised." She laughed, waving me off dismissively. "That gown you have on, it's designer. Unless of course it's fake, I don't mind that too."She's talking nonsense. And I don't have the energy to listen to her rant right now. She's doing this to get on my nerves I know that. And it's working. It's fucking working right now."Have a wonderful evening." I snapped, turning on my heel."Leaving so soon?" Josephine called after me, her chilling laughter going down to my bones. "Don't tell
Vanya's POV:It's not like I didn't know Cian's heart wasn't with me. As he had said, I chose to live in my own fantasy bubble, believing whatever the hell I wanted to believe as long as I was happy. Believing that Cian loved me. Believing that the moon goddess finally answered my prayers and mated us together. Believing that we would be together till we died. It wasn't that hard to see if only I looked. How distant he looked sometimes, like something was on his mind. And later I would come to discover that something on his mind was actually on someone. And that someone was the woman I believed was my best friend of all time.I laughed softly. I was so stupid."Here," Tara said, handing a plate with a slice of cake over to me. We sat on the elevated platform right next to our catering van. About four of my staff were in the van, drinking some water and having light snacks. Tara poured some champagne for the both of us and we sat back to enjoy the small treat. I drank the champagne
Vanya's POV:"Come on Tara, I'm driving you home.""But why?" Tara drawled, her head bobbing on my shoulder. The stench of alcohol was heavy on her breath. She raised her head and looked up at me, cheeks flushed and lips bloody red. "How are you not drunk?" She asked, a hiccup leaving her lips."I have high alcohol tolerance." I said. I supported her, my arm over her shoulder as we stumbled to my car. "I'm sober enough to drive us home.""Okay," She mumbled. "I think I'm gonna be sick."Before I could stop her, she doubled over, throwing up the contents in her stomach on the ground. I patted her back, holding her hair back."Let it all out." I mumbled. She gagged and retched, mumbling half apologies about how she's such a mess. I heard approaching footsteps running toward us. I turned to see Mike holding a bottle of water."Is she okay?" He asked, worried eyes glancing at Tara."She's fine." I said, taking the bottle from his hand. I opened it and brought it up to Tara's lips. She dr
Vanya's POVThe next morning, I woke up late.I laid in bed for a few seconds, trying to remember what had happened that left me feeling so tired. Memories of the previous night rushed into my head, making me groan out loud and bury my pillow into my face.It all came rushing back. Cian. Josephine. Tara's breakdown in my car. Tara!I sat up in a start, looking around the room. I heaved a sigh of relief seeing the body lying beside me, warm brown hair sprayed all over the pink silk pillows. I leaned over checking to see if she was still breathing. Thankfully she was.I got out of bed, stretching my shoulders. I still wore my gown from the party, I must have crashed into the bed the moment I came home. So was Tara, she was still dressed for the party.I went about my morning routine, taking a shower and changing into my day clothes. By the time I was done, Tara was still asleep. The clock hanging on my wall read ten thirty in the morning."Marco will kill me." I muttered under my breat
Vanya's POVI watched Tara devour the plate of soup placed in front of her. She looked terrible, dark circles under her eyes. Her skin was pale too, lacking it's rosy hue. She had taken off her clothes from the party and ran a cold shower, now dressed in an oversized t shirt of mine. Now her hair hung in damp rattails down her back and shoulders. "You're such a wonderful chef, Mr Leon," she said, swallowing a mouthful of the chicken soup. "Just call me Marco," He said, passing her a glass of water. "And slow down, you wouldn't want to choke now."She nodded. "Thank you. Now I can see where Miss Jacob got her awesome cooking skills from.""Oh please." I scoffed in an attempt to lighten the mood. "I taught him everything he knows."Marco smiled, shaking his head. "Don't argue with her now." He said. "Just eat your food.""I'm never going to drink so much again." Tara groaned. "My head hurts like someone is playing soccer with a metal ball.""You'll be fine." I said, offering her a sma