I Am The Luna

His acceptance of my decision feels like a wave of serenity washing over me. My lungs no longer feel like the air is being squeezed from them.

I can finally breathe, finally try to move on from the torment of my own mind. I need to heal before I can even consider being with another.

His brokén promises and betrayal feel like he had cut a wound to the very core of my being.

It’s as if the ground beneath me had suddenly given way, leaving me in a state of shock and disbelief. Those were emotions I can’t forget, even when I truly want to.

The pain was sharp and unexpected, and when I had clung to the hope that this time, he would not betray me, believing and trusting him implicitly, he broke me.

We now gaze into one another’s eyes, and I find myself engulfed in a whirlwind of emotions – hurt, sadness, guilt – but above them all there is a sense of profound peace that is hard to articulate.

I feel guilty, knowing why he did what he did, hurt because despite it I had suffered greatly and the sadness that I feel deep inside that no matter what, in the end, I must always prepare to be alone. That I should never have looked to another for support and protection because the only person who will not leave you is yourself.

aside like I meant nothing more than the clothes he wears. I know he loves

so freely, now feels like a dangerous gamble, and I

I’m ok… I know what I have done for others and for everyone around me. I know the love I feel for those important to me, for my packs and my people, but for myself, I am ready to be selfish because they aren’t the ones in my shoes. I’m the one living with the constant

gaze into those piercing blue eyes that captured my heart from the first time that I saw him. He had caught me hook, line and sinker from that day and even

when I couldn’t entirely. Trust is something that is taken for granted until you’ve lost it,

thing I gave him willingly, only for

some hope we

that one person who sees through the smile that is pained. Sees

losing the hope of a future that he led me to believe could be ours when in reality, it was doomed

it won’t hurt so much, maybe one day I will no longer yearn for him or maybe one day I will realise he

continues to chase

Alpha Zaia,” he replies in that sexy raspy

his Adam’s apple bobbing as he swallows hard. “Will you at

“I don’t-”

I don’t want to do the

outside the birthing room when the time comes,”

it’s a

he

I smile as a sharp wind whips my hair across my face, he’s about to reach for. it before swiftly moving his hand back and shoving it in his