All Chapters of Fake Vow, True Luna: Chapter 181 - Chapter 190

OliviaIt was supposed to be a celebration, a gathering of friends and family. The party had been my idea, a last hurrah before the twins arrived. But as I stepped outside for some fresh air, a cramp surged through me, leaving me clutching the bottom rung of the treehouse ladder.“Olivia?” Nathan’s voice held a note of panic. He rushed to my side, his warm hand on my lower back. “What’s wrong?”The cramp subsided as quickly as it came. I forced a shaky smile.“It’s nothing,” I replied, feeling the need to reassure him—and myself. “I’m just tired and a bit sore. You know, typical third-trimester stuff.”He eyed me with a skeptical look flashing through his blue-green eyes but nodded nonetheless. “I thought you looked a little pale earlier,” he said gently, looping his arm around my waist. “Let me help you up to your room. You need to rest.”I sighed, glancing back towards the lively gathering inside. “But the party, Nathan. I need to tend to our guests.”He chuckled, his deep blue eyes

NathanAs Olivia’s eyes fluttered shut, a sharp, indescribable pain pierced through my chest.It felt like my heart was physically shattering into a million fragments. The agonizing cries of Olivia’s son seemed to be in another world altogether, their distant wails just background noise to the dreadful silence that settled over me.Clint, holding Olivia’s newborn son, was nothing more than a blur on the periphery of my vision. All I could see was Olivia’s face, pale and still, the vibrant light in her eyes slowly dimming.Why? How could this be happening? We had overcome so much, faced so many challenges together. This couldn’t be the end.As I stared, helpless, at Olivia’s unresponsive form, a voice echoed in my mind, familiar yet distant.My wolf.“I sensed her,” he murmured, voice filled with a mix of wonder and concern. “Olivia’s wolf is there, somewhere deep within. She’s lending Olivia whatever strength she can muster. It might save the child, Nathan.”But the unsaid lingered in

OliviaIn the enveloping darkness of my dream, I felt strangely at peace.Around me, the ethereal landscape pulsated with life, taking the form of a vast, moonlit forest. The canopy above seemed endless, silver beams of moonlight piercing through the dense foliage, painting dappled patterns on the forest floor.“Olivia,” a deep, resonant voice echoed around me. It was so familiar I recognized it immediately, yet it was also otherworldly and far stronger than I had heard it before. My wolf. “Do not be afraid.”“I’m not,” I replied, finding my voice surprisingly steady. “But everything’s so… unclear.”The surroundings shifted, and I suddenly found myself standing by a serene lakeside. The waters were so still, it was like looking into a giant, polished mirror. I took a few steps forward to peer into the water, dropping to my knees and leaning over toward the water’s surface.In the reflection, I saw not just myself, but my wolf—her majestic form, fierce eyes and a calm demeanor.She was

OliviaThe soft glow from the nightlight cast a gentle light across the room, painting gentle shadows on the walls. There they were, two tiny cribs beside our bed, each holding a life more precious than words could describe. I couldn't help but gaze at them endlessly, lost in the wonder of Elliot and Aurora.Beside me, Nathan seemed equally entranced, his strong hand intertwined with mine. “It’s surreal, isn’t it?” he whispered, his voice laced with disbelief.‘So very surreal,” I echoed, squeezing his hand gently. “It feels like just yesterday I was laughing about the idea of parenthood, and now... here they are.”Nathan turned to face me, the golden flecks in his eyes shimmering. “I know we said we’d take things slow, Liv... and I still stand by that. But seeing them, it’s hard not to imagine a future together, as a family.”I nodded, searching his face. “I feel the same, Nathan. Our lives have changed in ways I never imagined. But whatever happens, I promise to stick by you. We’ll

OliviaThe radiant sun had passed its zenith, and the shade beneath the age-old trees had begun to stretch. We stood, Nathan and I, in the clearing where tradition had taken root over countless generations. We waited.Minutes turned into what felt like hours. Every rustle of the trees, every distant bird’s cry, heightened my anxiety. The babies, oblivious to the tension, squirmed softly in their robes.Nathan held my hand, his grip reassuring but equally expectant. This was his world, his tradition. And yet, as the time ticked by, I could see the confusion seep into his amber eyes.“Where is it?” I whispered, glancing around. “Is this normal, Nathan?”He shook his head slowly, a crease forming between his eyebrows. “I’ve never heard of the Ancient Wolf being this late.”I tightened my grip on Aurora and Elliot, their soft coos a poignant contrast to the thickening silence of the clearing. Elder Mingan’s face was unreadable, but I noticed the exchanged glances between the Elders, and t