ARIA'S POV
The phone slipped out of my fingers and landed on the bed. Dante's words echoed in my head, each one feeling like a knife twisting in my stomach.
“...you are not allowed to get pregnant with my child. If you are, you better get rid of it. Immediately.”
I sat there, numb, staring at nothing. How could he? How could he be so heartless?
"Breathe, Aria," I whispered to myself, but the air felt thick, choking me.
Minutes crawled by. Or was it hours? I couldn't tell.
Suddenly, a loud buzz cut through the quiet.
My phone.
I glanced at it, feeling a mix of hope and dread. Maybe Dante had…
With a shaky hand, I reached for the device. "Unknown number," the screen read.
I let out a frustrated sigh. "Great. Just what I need. Some telemarketer trying to sell me crap I don't want."
I almost tossed it aside, but something made me hesitate. Call it a woman's instinct or just plain curiosity, but I found myself opening the message.
Just then, I gasped and quickly covered my mouth with my hand.
There, on my screen, was a picture. But it was not just any picture. It was Dante with his arm around Linda - both of them grinning like they had won the lottery. They were in what looked like a doctor's office, and Linda... oh goodness, Linda was holding an ultrasound picture.
"Linda is pregnant??" I whispered, my voice cracking. "No, no, no. This can't be real."
I zoomed in, desperately searching for some sign that this was fake. A badly photoshopped edge, a weird shadow, anything. But it was real. As real as the little life growing inside me.
A laugh bubbled up from my chest, harsh and bitter. "Is this a joke?" I asked the empty room. "Am I being pranked? Dante!"
"Ahhh" I choked out, bending over as a wave of nausea hit me.
It all made sense now. This was exactly why he didn't want me to have his child.
I stumbled to the bathroom, barely making it before I threw up. As I sat on the cold tile floor, I pulled out my phone again, staring at the damning picture.
"Why, Dante?" I whispered as I traced his face on the screen. "Why would you do this to me? To us?"
Suddenly, it felt as if all the air had been sucked out of the room. I couldn't breathe. My chest tightened, and I gasped, trying to force air into my lungs.
Then, as if the universe decided I hadn't suffered enough, a sudden sharp pain ripped through my stomach. I bent over, clutching at my belly.
"Ouch!" I whimpered. "Please, no."
The pain subsided for a moment, tricking me into thinking it was over. But seconds later, it came back even stronger. I tried to stand, but my legs were weak. I half-crawled, half-dragged myself back to the bed.
My fingers reached for the emergency call button and I pressed it repeatedly in quick succession.
A nurse burst into the room, her eyes wide with concern. "Princess Aria? What's wrong?"
"The doctor," I managed to gasp out through the pain. "Get the doctor. Please."
She nodded and quickly left, and I just lay there, curled into a ball, silently praying for the pain to stop.
It felt like an eternity, but it couldn't have been more than a few minutes before the door burst open again.
Dr. Rita rushed in with three nurses by her side. Her face was a mask of professional concern as she approached my bed.
"What's going on, Princess?" she asked, her voice calm but urgent.
"Pain," I managed to say. "My stomach. It hurts so bad."
She nodded to the nurses. "Help her lie flat."
Gentle hands helped me lie on my back. I winced as Dr. Rita's cool fingers examined my stomach.
"Princess," she said, her voice serious. "You're in the early stages of pregnancy, and your body has recently undergone significant stress. Your fetal position is very unstable right now."
Fear gripped my heart. "What does that mean? Is my baby okay?"
Dr. Rita's eyes softened. "For now, yes. But I need to strongly advise you to be extremely careful for the rest of your pregnancy. Any more stress or physical strain could result in a miscarriage."
Her words should have scared me. They should have made me want to lie still and do everything in my power to protect this little life inside me. But all I could think about was Dante and Linda.
"I want to go home," I said suddenly, trying to sit up.
Dr. Rita put a hand on my shoulder. "I really think you should stay here for observation. At least for tonight."
I shook my head. "No. I can't... I can't be here. I need to go home."
"Princess," one of the nurses cut in. "Please listen to the doctor. It's for your own good, and that of your baby's."
However, their words seemed to blend into the background like a distant hum.
All I could see was that picture. All I could hear was Dante's voice telling me that he didn't want me to get pregnant for him.
"I'm leaving," I said, swinging my legs over the side of the bed. The room spun for a moment, but I clenched my teeth and stood up.
"Please, Princess," Dr. Rita pleaded. "Think about your baby."
I turned to look at her, and I saw her flinch slightly at whatever she saw in my eyes. "My baby?" I laughed, but it was a broken sound. "The father of my baby is having another baby with his… his lover. Tell me, doctor, how am I supposed to think about anything else right now?
The room fell silent. I could feel their pitying stares, but I couldn't bear to meet their eyes.
"I just really need to get out of here," I said, my voice flat. “I need some fresh air.”
Without waiting for a response, I turned on my heel and walked out. The doctor's words faded behind me, lost in the pain I was feeling. My feet moved of their own accord, carrying me down sterile hallways that all looked the same.
I didn't know where I was going. I didn't care. All I knew was that I had to get away, I had to escape the suffocating sympathy and the harsh reality of my situation.
As I walked past an open door, I heard voices coming from inside and it caught my attention. There was something about the voices that felt familiar.
I immediately slowed down, drawn to the sound like a moth to a flame.
And in that moment, my world shattered all over again.
There, in the hospital room, stood Dante and Linda. My Dante. The father of my baby. His arms were wrapped tenderly around another woman.
I froze, unable to move, unable to breathe. Linda was leaning into him, her face a picture of shy happiness. Dante's back was facing me, but I could see the gentle way he held her.
"I can't believe we're really doing this," Linda's voice drifted out, soft and filled with wonder.
Dante's laughter, once my favourite sound in the world, now felt like a painful stab in my heart. "I know, honey. It's crazy, right? But I'm so happy."
ARIA'S POVHah! Happy? Dante was happy? While my world was crumbling around me, he was happy.I pressed myself against the wall, trying to make myself invisible. My heart was pounding so loud I was sure they could hear it."Linda," Dante's voice was gentle. "I promise you, I will do everything in my power to care for this child. I'll make sure that the little one grows up safe and loved. I will not let you both down.”He will not let them down? He was supposed to be making those promises to me, and not to Linda. What the hell was wrong with him?The room started to spin, and I felt like I might be sick right there in the hallway.I couldn't hold back the sob that escaped my lips. Quickly, I clapped a hand over my mouth, but it was too late."Did you hear something?" Linda asked.I heard footsteps approaching the door and panic surged through me. I couldn't let them see me like this - broken, pathetic, with tears streaming down my face. I was Aria, the princess of the Blood Moon Kingdo
ARIA'S POVI stood there, feeling my heart race, as I looked from Dante to Linda, then to Agatha, and finally back to Dante.The words were burning on the tip of my tongue, begging to be unleashed. I wanted so badly to scream. But as I opened my mouth, ready to let it all out, I saw Agatha's face.There was worry obvious in her expression, and the way she leaned on Linda for support. It was like a bucket of cold water had been dumped over me. The fight drained out of me in an instant.What good would it do to cause a scene? Especially with the servants hovering nearby, their curious eyes darting between us. I already felt humiliated enough, and I could see the way they looked at me as they walked by."I... I just needed some time alone," I said at last, the lie tasting bitter in my mouth. "I should have let you know. I'm sorry."Agatha's eyes narrowed slightly. "You needed some time alone?" she repeated, her voice laced with doubt. She shook her head, sighing heavily. "I don't have th
ARIA'S POVI stood in front of the mirror, smoothing down my plain blue dress. It wasn't fancy, but it was the nicest thing I owned.Three days had passed since Dante last spoke to me, and now here I was, getting ready for his mother's birthday celebration."It will only be for a few hours," I whispered to my reflection. "Just remember to smile and be polite."The moment I stepped into the grand hall of the Crescent Moon Pack's mansion, I felt out of place.Werewolves in designer clothes chatted and moved around, their laughter echoing off the high ceilings. I clutched my carefully wrapped gift tighter, searching the crowd for a familiar face.Out of nowhere, someone forcefully bumped into me. I stumbled, nearly dropping the gift."Watch where you're going!" a sharp voice snapped. I looked up to see a tall woman in a white dress glaring at me. "The help should know better than to get in the way."My cheeks burned. "I'm not-""Oh, let her be, Vivian," another woman cut in. "She's proba
ARIA'S POVI just stood there, feeling like a deer caught in headlights. My eyes burned with unshed tears, but I blinked them back fiercely. There was no way I was going to give these people the satisfaction of seeing me break down.I opened my mouth to defend myself, but Agatha cut me off with a sharp wave of her hand."Shut up!" she snapped, her voice filled with hate. "You've said quite enough, you little rogue."The room fell quiet as Agatha glared at me with a look that made me flinch a little. I felt small, so damn small, under her cold gaze."Do you have any idea," she began, her voice low and dangerous, "what you’ve done to this pack? To our future?"I swallowed nervously, confused. "What… what do you mean? What have I done?”Agatha's laughter was cruel and sharp. "Oh, don't play dumb, dear. It doesn't suit you." She then turned to address the crowd. "This... rogue," she spat the word like it was poison, "has ruined the future for our pack's future generation. The next heirs o
DANTE'S POVWhat?!What the hell was Aria thinking? Princess of the Blood Moon Kingdom? It was absurd. Impossible!! She had to be lying.I looked around the room, taking in the shocked faces of the pack members. Even my mother, who was usually so composed, looked like she had been slapped."This is ridiculous," I muttered under my breath. But as I watched, I saw something change in the room. The disbelief on the face of the people was slowly transforming into something else. Shock. And then... fear?No. They couldn't possibly believe her. Aria was... well, she was just Aria. The girl I had found wandering in the woods, half-starved and scared out of her mind. She wasn't a princess. She couldn't be.However, Aria wasn't done talking. She looked around the room, meeting everyone's eyes with a confidence I had never seen in her before. “Just because I let myself be humiliated, you think I'm weak?” she said, her voice steady and strong. "You all really have no idea of the power I hold."T
DANTE'S POVAria opened her mouth to say something to the elders, and something inside me snapped.This had gone too far. Way too far."Just shut up!" I shouted at her, my voice echoing in the suddenly quiet hall. I saw the shock on her face, quickly replaced by hurt, but I couldn't stop now. The embarrassment was burning through me like wildfire.Without thinking, I grabbed her hand and started pulling her away. This time, I made sure my grip was iron-tight. There was no way she was slipping away, not until we were out of this mess."Dante, let go!" Aria hissed, struggling against my hold. "Leave me alone!"I ignored her protests, feeling self conscious as I felt the eyes of everyone in the hall on us. The whispers started as soon as we passed, but I kept my eyes straight ahead. Just a few more steps...Finally, we burst out of the hall. I didn't stop, though, not until we were far enough away that I was sure no one could overhear us. Only then did I release my grip on Aria's wrist.
ARIA'S POVI watched as Dante's face crumpled in disbelief. His eyes, usually so confident, now looked lost and scared."You don't actually mean that," he said, his voice barely above a whisper. "Do you?"I took a step closer to him, steeling myself. "I meant every word, Dante."Silence fell between us, heavy and suffocating. As I looked at him, I felt a wave of self-pity wash over me.Here I was, pregnant with his child, and I couldn't even tell him. How could I, when he was acting like such a prick? I wanted to tell him, God knows I wanted to, but the words just wouldn't come."Why?" Dante's voice cut through my thoughts, sharp and demanding."Why what?" I asked, even though I knew exactly what he meant."Why do you want a divorce?" He looked at me as if I was a stranger, and maybe I was. Maybe we had both become strangers to each other.I took a step back, letting out a deep sigh. "I'm tired, Dante. Tired of everything."His face softened a bit, and for a moment, I saw a glimpse of
ARIA'S POVAs Dante angrily left, my heart sank. We still had to talk. I needed to know what I was going to do next, but thanks to Linda, we didn't finish talking.I decided to leave too, desperate to get away from the chaos, when Linda suddenly reached out and grabbed my arm. Her fingers dug into my skin, and I flinched."Let go of me. Now!!" I shouted, trying to pull my arm away.Linda's eyes narrowed. "You need to leave. Leave Dante, leave the pack. Just go."I looked at her from head to toe, taking in her perfectly styled hair and designer outfit. This woman who had taken everything from me. My lip twisted in disgust."Don't you dare touch me with your filthy hands," I spat. "Ever again."I pulled my arm away and turned to go, but Linda quickly stepped in front of me, blocking my path."You can't talk to me like that," she said, drawing herself up to her full height. "I am the Alpha Luna of this pack. Dante's mate. You must show me respect.”I let out a harsh laugh. "You think I c