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.

most, he cast me aside like I meant nothing more than the clothes he wears. I know he loves me, but love is not always enough. I need to heal the wound that is bleeding within me, and only then can I

my own judgment and the choices that led me here. Trust, once given so freely, now feels

for my packs and my people, but for myself, I am ready

into those piercing blue eyes that captured my heart from the first time that I saw him. He

something that is taken for granted until you’ve lost it, and I gave him all of

as love, that was another thing I gave him willingly, only for him to show me how easily love could break

this pain that it hurts to breathe, is it truly love or just some hope we all have?

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

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

I will no longer yearn for him or maybe one day I will realise he is

continues to chase me, it will only make

need to thank me, Alpha Zaia,” he replies in that sexy raspy

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

“I don’t-”

don’t want to do the same with

outside the birthing room when

it’s

brow, and he smirks. “Ok, not

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