Chapter Five

There's no way this is true.

That's the only thought running through my head as I zombie walk back out the door to May's room. Her words are still ringing in my head, over and over again. "You're just in true love's way."

She cannot be pregnant with my husband's child.

I'm pregnant with my husband's child.

"This isn't real." I mutter to myself once I'm out and standing in the hallway. I look to the side when I hear footsteps approaching.

"Killian." I say once he's stopped directly in front of me. I almost think he's going to comfort me, or say something to me, the way he's just standing there, looking down at me. For just a moment, I think I see a flash of who we used to be in his eyes. He looks concerned for me, like he wants to ask what's wrong.

But then I hear the bed creaking from the room behind me, and I see his attention snap away. 

"I need to see May." Is all he says. I press my lips together, and step to the side, rushing away from the room as fast as I can. I can feel bile rising up into my throat. At this point I have no idea if it's because of the pregnancy or shock at what just happened.

"Luna?" I hear the front desk ladies calling as I run through the building, my hand pressed against my mouth to try and keep from springing a leak.

As soon as I break out the front door, I lean over and throw up hot vomit into the grass beside the entrance. I cough, grabbing ahold of my hair and holding it free from fire as I empty the contents of my lunch. 

"Hey, are you okay?" I jump, quickly straightening up and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand at the sound of someone approaching. I am still Luna to this pack, and I have an image to uphold.

It's Lucas, Killian's Beta.

"Oh, Luke. I'm fine, I just ate something off, I suppose." I give him a shaky smile, avoiding making eye contact and trying to quickly brush past him. But he stops me with a gentle hand on the shoulder.

"Luna." He says as I continue to avoid looking at him. I raise a brow, slightly tilting my face towards him. He sighs a little, and lets his hand drop. "At least let me walk you back to your place. I wouldn't feel right letting my ill Luna wander around the place."

I nod a little, stepping away and hurrying towards me and Killian's house with Lucas is tow now. I really didn't want to be around anyone right now, especially not a pack member as close to Killian as Lucas, but it seemed he was determined to follow.

I can hear Lucas struggling to keep up behind me as I rush away, but I couldn't stop my feet from moving, or my heart from racing in my chest, or my mind from trying to argue a way out of this.

Killian had always told me he would never take me for granted, never betray what I had given up for him. Because I had been the one to give up my life for him. He hadn't been the one who had to walk away from the pack he spent his whole life thinking he would one day run. He hadn't had to deal with the criticism from his parents and old pack members who judged him for leaving his people behind.

He'd just gotten to reap the benefits of having me as Luna to his pack.

There was no way this was really happening to us. There was no way everything we'd built together was about to come crashing down.

My house finally comes into view. "I'm fine now, Luke. Thank you for walking me." I call over my shoulder, continuing my power walk to safety.

"Luna?" I stop, half looking over my shoulder for him to continue. "I just..." he stops, and I can hear him taking a step closer. "I just wanted to thank you, I guess. You've always been good to this pack, and our Alpha. There are many of us who are well aware of where this pack would be without you. Please, have faith in our Alpha. He's just been under a lot of pressure lately."

I scoff. I can't help it. He's been under a lot of pressure? Why?

Having a tough time deciding which woman's heart he was going to shatter next?

I wasn't even sure Killian knew what went into running this damn pack of his. Was he even aware of how many businesses we had our fingers in now? I had majored in business during my time at school, and put what I'd learned to good use. We owned parking garages, apartment buildings, restaurant franchises, you name it, there was a very good chance we had a paycheck coming from them. We had to be involved in this many businesses, because of how many pack members we had.

It wasn't cheap to feed, house, and care for five hundred people. New houses were always needing to be built as families grew. We had to maintain enough cars for anyone to be able to come and go from the pack when they needed to. Medical care, schooling for young wolves. Not to mention the giant check we had to send the committee every month for letting us live in this part of the woods with our pack. It was kind of like rent, I suppose, and all packs had to pay it. The more members and land a pack has, the higher the cost.

Being a werewolf no longer meant hunting for deer in the woods and building a den with dead logs. 

In order to be successful in this day and age as a pack leader, you have to be business savvy, and a little cut throat. 

"Thank you again for walking me." I mutter to him, walking away from for real this time. I hear Lucas sigh one last time, but he's walking away as I slam the front door behind me.

I slid down the door's length, taking deep breaths in and out.

I kick off my heels once I'm on the ground, bringing my knees up so I can rest my chin on them. I glare at the things as they settle a foot away from me, thinking about how stupid I'd been. So naïve. Thinking if I dressed up and did my makeup real nice, my husband would actually realize what he was about to give up.

This is really happening, isn't it?

My husband has gotten another woman pregnant. I bet she's already told him. I bet they're in that room right now, hugging each other, planning their future out.

Maybe even discussing how they were going to get rid of me. 

As if this wasn't all enough, at that moment I felt my phone that had still been in my bra vibrate. I dug it out, stopping the now very long recording I had previously started before I checked the notification I had gotten from my banking app.

"What the hell..." I mutter, sitting up a little and refreshing the screen like it would change what I was seeing. Worry settles in my gut as the withdrawal doesn't go away like I had hoped it would.

Why had my husband pulled ten thousand dollars out of our joint bank account twenty minutes ago?