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.

meant nothing more than the clothes he wears. I know

here. Trust, once given so freely, now feels like a

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 reminder that I was never enough. When I am. I

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 now

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

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

this pain that it hurts to breathe, is it truly love or just some hope we all have? We all wish desperately for that one person

that is pained. Sees past our flaws and still loves us because we are

hope of a future that he led me

no longer

Sebastian,” I say quietly, knowing that if he continues to chase me, it will only make it

Alpha Zaia,” he replies in that sexy raspy

he swallows hard. “Will you at least let me see the children and be there when this one is

“I don’t-”

don’t want

outside the birthing room when the time comes,” I

Then it’s a

a brow, and he smirks. “Ok,

it before swiftly moving his hand back and shoving it in his pocket and I slowly move mine