All Chapters of Fake Vow, True Luna: Chapter 491 - Chapter 500

OliviaI rolled over in bed with a heavy sigh. Despite the warm sun streaming in through the window and the sound of the birds chirping outside, I was feeling incredibly apathetic and lethargic that day.“I hate this,” I whispered, tossing aside the paperback novel I had been attempting to read with no luck. It thudded onto the end of the bed, the beautiful man and woman on its curled cover staring up at me almost judgmentally.Normally, I loved trashy romance novels like that one; but today, the idea of reading anything almost churned my stomach.“Just another week,” my wolf reminded me for what felt like the millionth time.I let out a small scoff and pushed myself up to a seated position, where I leaned my head back against the wooden headboard and turned to gaze longingly out the window.With February and the first half of March behind us, the cold weather was beginning to dissipate and the snow had completely melted. Soon, it would be spring, which meant that temperatures were ri

OliviaI yawned and flipped to the next page of the catalog. With the magazine in one hand and a marker in the other, I periodically circled items that we still needed for Alvin’s nursery; a mobile, some baskets for the changing station, a rug, curtains.With the date for the c-section just a few days away now, we were currently on crunch time with Alvin’s nursery. We had decided to convert one of the spare bedrooms downstairs, but it was only halfway done.“I just wish we had more time,” I said under my breath as I looked through the catalog.“Me, too.” Nathan met my gaze in the vanity mirror as he combed out his damp hair. He was fresh out of the shower, his bare muscles glistening with water droplets. A towel hung loosely around his hips, revealing the very top of his groin in the mirror. “But I’m sure little Alvin won’t mind if we’re still putting on some finishing touches when he arrives.”I smirked a bit and flipped to the next page. “He is the one who decided to come almost fou

OliviaI shouldn’t have tried to get up and listen. I shouldn’t have followed the sound of the raised voices downstairs. I should have stayed in bed, where maybe, just maybe, this wouldn’t have happened…Bright lights flashed all around me. I felt myself being loaded into a vehicle—the back of an ambulance. More flashing, voices, the sound of radios.Everything went intermittently black over the next stretch of time, however long or short that stretch of time even was. I recalled snippets of conversation, but I wouldn’t discern where or even when they came, like drops of rain plopping onto a window.“Her blood pressure’s dropping.”“Elevate her feet.”“We’ll have to induce…”“What if…”“Stay awake, Mrs. Ford. You have to stay awake.”“Liv, I’m right here. Don’t leave me.”I had felt myself fading, but that last voice was like a buoy in a storm, as if I was lost out at sea during a hurricane. I latched onto it, held on like hell and didn’t let go. If that was all I could do, then I wou

Nathan I held the door open for Olivia as we stepped into the funeral home. She almost seemed to float past me with a faraway look on her face, and could only seem to mumble out a faint “Thank you” as she walked past. This was how things had been for the past three days. It felt as though both of us were moving in a fog, or maybe even a thick mud, ever since that delivery room had been filled with the sound of silence rather than the hearty cries of our son. Alvin. The name felt like a curse now. First our dear friend, and now our baby. Over the past few days, I had begun to wonder if Jenifer’s hex was the culprit, or perhaps the final nail had been struck in the proverbial—and now literal—coffin when we had chosen that name.But deep down, I knew that it was just another stroke of bad luck. Another moment of pure chance. Another drop of miser

Olivia I threw myself down onto my pillow to muffle my sobs. The funeral guests still milled about below me on the first floor of the villa, but I just couldn’t stay down there for any longer. I had to get away. I had to be alone, at least for a little while. As I laid there, the anger I felt toward Dan only compounded. I knew that it was misplaced—of course it wasn’t really his fault that my baby had died—but I couldn’t help it. Seeing him in my home, on the day of my infant son’s funeral, with that awful look in his eyes… It just made me so furious. I wasn’t alone for long, however, when the soft sound of the door creaking open caught my attention. A moment later, I felt the bed compress beside me. A familiar scent overwhelmed me—Nathan. I didn’t even need to lift my head to know that he was there. Witho