All Chapters of Pregnant Luna - Lawful Rebellion : Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

CAST - The hot water ran down my back, mixing with the blood, grime, and sweat from the last few days. It all swirled down the drain. I stood there, letting the steam surround me, trying to breathe through the tightness in my chest, but it wasn't working.It never worked.I didn't deserve to be here. I didn't deserve any of this.Lila had given me another chance, which felt like a gift I shouldn't be allowed to accept. The water poured over me, but I couldn't wash away what I'd done. Not the pain I'd caused her, not the fact that I'd missed my son's birth because I was too stupid to see reason, too full of self-hatred to be there. The thought of it broke something inside me, and before I could stop it, I started sobbing. Quiet, hard sobs that I couldn't control. They came in waves, just like the water running over my skin, but the difference was that the water would eventually stop. My guilt wouldn't.I leaned against the cool tile, feeling the hot water hit my shoulders, but it did

I cradled Declan in my arms, my hands shaking as I held him close. His small body rested against me, and it felt like the world stopped. Everything I had missed over the past few days came crashing down, and the realization of what I had almost thrown away tore through me. I stared at him, taking in every little detail. His tiny nose, his dark hair, the way his chest rose and fell in rhythm He was perfect, and I had been too stupid, too wrapped up in my own pride and fear to be there when he came into the world.Lila had let me hold him, given me this chance to be here, and I didn’t deserve it. I didn’t deserve her forgiveness, or this moment. But I wasn’t going to let it slip away. Not again.I leaned back on the bed, Declan still asleep on my chest, with Lila curled up beside me. The room was quiet enough that I could hear my own heartbeat. Or was it his? I looked down at him, and I knew that this was everything. He was mine. My beautiful son, brought into this world by the angel I

CAST - The drive up to Dr. Tessa Marie's office was quiet. It wasn't uncomfortable exactly, but it was sober. We both had things to say but didn't know how to start. I stared out the window, watching the trees blur by, trying to wrap my head around the fact that I was actually going to see a doctor about this. About the depression I'd been ignoring for years. It wasn't something alphas talked about, let alone admitted to needing help. But here I was, on my way to meet with someone who understood both sides of me. I'd met with Dr. Tessa briefly over a telehealth session a few days ago, and she'd asked to see me in person. "Sensitive things to discuss," she'd said, which was code for werewolf problems that couldn't exactly be included in medical records. The idea of talking about my struggles, especially with someone outside the pack, didn't sit right with me, but Linc had been insistent. I couldn't keep going like this. Bouncing between moments of calm and spiraling into de

I sat there listening to the rhythmic hum of the pump filling the room as I worked on filling another bottle for Declan. Linc had asked me to pump several bottles before he left, saying he needed to take Cast to the same mental health facility that Selena had gone to. He didn't explain much, only mentioned that it would be good to have some extra milk on hand for Declan, "just in case." I wasn't sure what he was planning, but I trusted him.As the bottles filled, my mind drifted. I knew Cast was struggling, even if he wouldn't admit it very often.Linc was doing everything he could to support him, and I was grateful for that. The dynamic between us had shifted so much in the last few weeks. We were still figuring it out and navigating the lines of what we were to each other and what roles we played in each other's lives. I knew something had changed the second they walked back into the house. I glanced up from where I was cleaning the bottles, and the energy between them was differe

CAST - Lying there, my back pressed into the mattress, I couldn't stop the twitching in my hands. My mind was racing, not in any way I could control or even make sense of. Everything was jumbled. Flashes of memories, regrets, and thoughts collide together in a mess of intense guilt and pain. Lila wrapped her arms around me, but her reassurances barely cut through the cold haze settling over me.I stared at the ceiling, feeling the walls close in, knowing I was on the verge of something I couldn't handle. The first pill had hit like a hammer. The second was worse. I couldn't do this again. Not a third time."I can't do this," I whispered. "I'm going to break. I can't take the third pill. I'm done. I'm leaving."Lila sat up beside me, her grip on my arm tightening as she forced me to look at her. "No, you're not. You're not walking away from this. You've already taken the first step. Of course it's hard. But you're taking the next one and the next one... until you feel better. Until