All Chapters of Fake Vow, True Luna: Chapter 81 - Chapter 90

OliviaNathan and I spent the rest of the night in the hospital, neither of us sleeping for very long stretches of time between the humming of the lights and the beeping of the machines.It was early in the morning when Angela, with her jacket on and her purse slung over her shoulder, slipped back into my room.“Your shift is over?” I asked.Angela nodded. Then, after a pensive silence that seemed to stretch on forever, finally let out a sharp exhale. “I decided to do it,” she said, her voice wavering just slightly. “I forged the paternity test for you.”Both Nathan’s and my eyes widened as Angela walked over to Nathan and slipped something into his hands — a small, nondescript envelope, our ticket to a lie that had to be told.I watched as he held it carefully, as if it was the most precious thing in the world.“Thank you, Angela,” Nathan whispered.Angela nodded again in affirmation. “If it’s discovered that the paternity test was forged, you had better not—”“Of course,” Nathan int

OliviaTime passed, the cold days of later winter slipping into the warmer, fragrant air of early spring. The buds on the trees burst open more and more with each passing day, slowly filling the sky with the color of pink and purple blossoms.The biting ocean air turned into a gentle, comforting breeze, and soon the memories of my anger and hatred toward my ex were replaced by a profound love for the little life growing inside of my belly, which rooted itself there like the daffodils that sprang up from the ground.Before I knew it, it had been almost two months since my last hospital visit. My life with Nathan fell into a steady routine, and our forbidden feelings for each other faded, although they lingered in my heart, dormant for now.It was a bit of a relief, though, to be able to look at him without feeling like I would vomit from the fluttering of my nerves.And it seemed as though we had finally slipped back into a comfortable friendship.Although whether that was caused simpl

OliviaOnce I stepped inside Angela’s house, it was like I’d walked into a whole different world.The air buzzed with chatter, whispers, and laughter as the women of our small town mingled and gossiped about everything under the sun.I found it overwhelming, but at the same time, oddly exciting.“Liv!” Angel’s voice called out. I glanced around, then smiled gently as I saw her squeezing her way through the throng toward me. She scurried up to me and hugged me tightly, then kissed me on both cheeks. “I’m so glad you came.”“I couldn’t miss it,” I said, managing a stiff smile as I looked around at the sea of faces, many of whom were staring at me.Angela, noticing my apprehension, put her arm around me. “Come on,” she said, squeezing me gently as she began to guide me away from the door. “Let’s get you some punch. I promise you’ll have a lot of fun.”A few minutes later, I found myself settling onto the couch as I clutched my glass of punch and listened to the swirling gossip around me.

Olivia“Alvin?” I called out, leaning forward to get a better look at the supposed monster in front of me. “Is that you?”In the quiet stretch between one breath and the next, my world changed. The creature — Alvin, I was sure — froze as though he’d been struck by lightning at the mention of his name.This was Alvin, my childhood friend. I was sure of it now. In fact, as I looked at him, he suddenly didn’t seem so large and beastly at all anymore. He was just a regular-sized werewolf with a missing paw and a sad look on his face.“Alvin,” I whispered, reaching out and taking a step forward. “It’s me. Olivia.”Alvin was frozen to his spot as I approached. I came dangerously close, so close that my outstretched fingers brushed against his wiry gray fur.But as I made contact with him, he suddenly lurched backward, putting distance between us once more. A growl rumbled in his throat, low and guttural, bristling with something that I didn’t understand.Suddenly, he turned around and leape

OliviaA few days passed, during which the tensions between Nathan and I slowly eased themselves. We didn’t talk about our play-fight in the living room, and I didn’t tell him about Alvin.The morning air was still crisp a few days later when I strolled down the staircase. I had a book in my hand, with plans to go outside with a cup of coffee and read until lunchtime.However, the soft murmur of male voices drifted from the dining room and made me pause in sudden confusion.Nathan was supposed to be at a Council meeting, or so I thought. My curiosity piqued, I ventured in to see what was going on. My eyes quickly settled on the sight of Nathan sitting at the dining room table with two unfamiliar men.Both were broad-shouldered and ridiculously muscular, their powerful forms a testament to their obvious warrior status. Their postures exuded an aura of unshakeable confidence that usually came with years of rigorous training.“Ah, there she is,” Nathan greeted, rising from his seat as I